“I think that it is only an idea. Any one less courageous than himself would have abandoned the attempt from a conviction of its utter hopelessness; but, though it might for a moment damp his ardour, it could not deter him. While he was thus musing, two horsemen rode past him; and, proceeding to a little distance, stopped likewise. With me behaving as if everything was infinitely matter-of-fact, what could he do? And just then Heaven sent old Manningtree—I didn’t tell you before of the fortunate intervention of Manningtree, did I? He was looking quite infernally distinguished, with a wide crimson ribbon across him—what IS a wide crimson ribbon? Some sort of knight, I suppose. Her knees shook, her breath came fast, she almost felt the lurid effect of those tiny patches of rouge upon her pallor-stricken cheeks. ‘Even the nuns they say I am like a devil. “Really,” she said. He’s the sort of johnny who wouldn’t care about having a sister-in-law on the loose. I sha'n't cry any more. " "Who are you?" ejaculated Trenchard, scarcely able to credit his senses. “It is part of the irony of life,” he said.
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