Would you stand by me—and her?”
“My dear Nigel!” she exclaimed. ‘I didn’t mean to hurt you so badly,’ he said, still meeting her eyes, unaware
that his hold about her hand had tightened a little. Even on cool days the gardens were colorful and
bright, with orange trees emanating sweetness and
bumblebees drunkenly weaving from flower to flower. Wood fancied he recognised. Her finger-nails dug into her flesh. "
"Ay, ay," observed Jonathan, "you'll give the keepers of his Majesty's jails some
trouble before you're many years older, I'll warrant you. "
"True, and I shan't be easy till my turn arrives. Every now
and then she fingered an ornament, moved a piece of furniture, or rearranged
some draperies. He thought of her and himself, and no longer in that vein of incidental
adventure in which he had begun. Still, the respite was sufficient for Spurlock to look
about for some weapon. And here's the proof.
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