“Annabel,” she said slowly, “if I fight this thing out myself, can I trust you that it will not be a vain sacrifice? After what you have said it is useless for us to play with words. Wild wishes to keep a man out of the way, he'll speedily find the means to do so. She softened her tone and scrambled for the right words. It was he who saw them first coming down the room—Annabel in a wonderful white satin gown in front, and Sir John stiff, unbending, disapproving, bringing up the rear. Prudence. Where else could she go?’ ‘And there aren’t too many of them around,’ agreed Hilary on a gloomy note. “What is the good of pretending?” she said. But to draw the attention of the milice, no, that is not at all desirable. It appeared from what he said that he had been captured when asleep,—that his liquor had been drugged,—otherwise, he would never have allowed himself to be taken alive. Under this unnerving scrutiny, a slow flush mounted to the woman’s cheeks. She, however, had no idea of doing anything of the sort. She had made her way since then a little further into the heart of life. So, not exactly hopefully but earnestly, she returned to the feet of God. By and by he gathered enough courage to lean toward her. “I’m not going to kill you, John.
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