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It was late that night that a startled knocking came at the door of / Elmdene. Laura had been in her room all day, and Robert was moodily / smoking his pipe by the fire, when this harsh and sudden summons / broke in upon his thoughts. There in the porch was Jones, the stout / head-butler of the Hall, hatless, scared, with the raindrops shining in / the lamplight upon his smooth, bald head.
"If you please, Mr. McIntyre, sir, would it trouble you to step up to / the Hall? " he cried. "We are all frightened, sir, about master."