"I don't understand you, gentlemen," stammered he, at length. Once in the room, the door locked, the sense of loneliness had dropped away
from her as the mists used to drop away from the mountain in the morning. The intruder was handsomely, even richly, attired in a scarlet riding-suit,
embroidered with gold; a broad belt, to which a hanger was attached, crossed his
shoulders; his boots rose above his knee, and he carried a laced hat in his hand. "I can't help thinking of it, Sir," answered the widow. just furtive meetings. "
"You are a party concerned. Still—I don’t know whether I quite like—Something ramshackle
about those people, Vee. Wood, "and take your son with you. They all balk because there aren't any petticoats. He
was staring at her, openly gaping.
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