Before he could draw in the rein, his steed—startled apparently
by some object undistinguishable by the rider,—swerved with such suddenness
as to unseat him, and precipitate him on the ground. But she found an unknown lady’s discarded
garments, and selected some of those that she tried on, sending Kimble off down
the secret passage to load them onto the horse she had borrowed—unbeknownst
to its owner—from Father Saint-Simon. get in. His brows drew a little nearer
together. “Neither you nor I, Nigel, are made of such stuff,” she answered. “Father,” she cried, “I have to live!”
He misunderstood her. It
was an overcast day, albeit not foggy, and the electric light shades glowed
warmly, and an Italian waiter with insufficient English took Ramage’s orders,
and waited with an appearance of affection. The arrival of la tante Prudence late next day had changed all this, it is
true. “You will have to eat soon,” he said cryptically. They crossed the street, and entering the front door passed up the outside stone
steps of the flat. Meanwhile, she was spirited away from John and
bombarded by half-familiar people who attempted to chat
with her above the roar of the crowd.
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