Arthur Somers Roche

Arthur Somers Roche

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Portrait of Arthur Somers Roche Arthur Somers Roche,  The Millionth Chance — Chapter 12 (1916)

“ If you were English, and a man, the Victoria Cross would be yours, Miss Gilman. From what you have told me, I can guess the rest. You have risked a great deal to keep your uncle’s pledge. You have come in the night. I’m not much of a speech-maker, Miss Gilman. I can only tell you, once again, that England thanks you—and your uncle, too. I have no doubt that he could have sold this envelope to our enemies for a fortune. He gets nothing from England save England’s thanks. ”
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Portrait of Arthur Somers Roche Arthur Somers Roche,  The Millionth Chance — Chapter 12 (1916)

“ Disarmed, cowed, beaten, Minot and Ravenell stood in a corner of the cabin, while Carey gave it a last glance.
“Haven’t forgotten anything,” he said as coolly as if our subduing of the Greenham men had been an every-day affair. “Come on, Miss Gilman, and you, Wrenham.”
“What about them?” I asked, pointing at Minot and his burly partner.
Carey laughed.
“According to what you tell me, these gentlemen may have been implicated in Major Penrose’s death. In that case, they won’t get far, eh? In fact, they’ll hardly dare run away.
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Portrait of Arthur Somers Roche Arthur Somers Roche,  The Millionth Chance — Chapter 12 (1916)

“ England owes you her thanks, too.”
He held out his hand and I took it, I liked this tall, grave man.
“You haven’t time for thanks—for any thing,” cried Miss Gilman. “They know now—they must be certain. If they don’t dare follow, they’ll arouse the hotel—there’s the sheriff there—if they charged you with my uncle’s murder.”
“Awkward, eh?” His lips tightened. “But there’s no danger, Miss Gilman.”
“No danger? But they know! They must know now. The countryside will be on the lookout for a stranger, any stranger, and if you’re arrested what good will the plans be to you—and England?
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