” His walk became a jovial saunter. There was something about their greeting and the tone of Annabel’s exclamation which puzzled her. The Widow and her Child. But he was so feeble, that it seemed scarcely possible he could offer any effectual resistance in case of an attack. He was plainly attired in a riding-dress and boots of the period, and wore a hanger by his side. Murder had become nothing to her. But when they were on their way out he whispered in Anna’s ear. He looked at his port wine as though that tawny ruby contained the solution of the matter. No great lover of state or state costume at any time, he was generally, towards the close of an evening, completely in dishabille, and in this condition he now presented himself to his subjects. I don’t want to hear you. By the time he had reached the summit of this hill, he had lost all trace of them; and the ardour of the chase having in some measure subsided, he began to reproach himself for his folly, in having wandered—as he conceived—so far out of his course. ” “Don’t imperil my reputation before I am established,” she answered, smiling. She intercepted the glance the spinsters exchanged, and immediately sensed that she had said too much. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at www.
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