Chapter

1 I     |  Ferguson to come in,” was the quiet remark of Sir Francis M——.~
2 XIII  |        them,” was the doctor’s quiet answer.~“It’s a jolly way
3 XV    |         what will you do?”~“Be quiet on that score, my dear Dick.
4 XVII  | himself.~The country seemed so quiet, so deserted, that the doctor
5 XXII  |      he must be left perfectly quiet; so he closed the folds
6 XXX   |    vigilance, as this apparent quiet might conceal some snare.~
7 XXX   |      out.~“Now we may sleep in quiet,” said the doctor.~“Not
8 XXXIII|    reply. He preferred keeping quiet to discussing this terrible