If only there had not been this single torturing thought—a mere pin-prick, but
still curiously persistent. “Good-bye,” he said earnestly. Let us have no more of this
humbug. He will wish to have his fears
laid to rest. "
"Are you friendly toward him?" asked McClintock, passing a fine cigar across
the table. ’
The lady looked unexpectedly smug. Her cheeks were the colour of chalk, her eyes were filled with terror. From a man, who was standing beneath
the shade of one these noble trees, information was obtained that the horsemen
had ridden along the Harrow Road. So absorbed was she by her
passionate supplications that she was insensible to anything passing around her,
until she felt a touch upon her shoulder, and heard a well-known voice breathe in
her ear—"Mother!"
She started at the sound as if an apparition had called her, screamed, and fell into
her son's outstretched arms. ” The brutality of his first astonishment was
evaporating. ***
Gerald vaguely noted that his junior leapt to his feet at sight of his former
commander, and that Lucilla sat with her mouth at half-cock, dread in her face.
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