“Lucy, are you feeling all right?” He asked concernedly. I wouldn't trust a Malay, not if he were reared in the Vatican. ‘Come, cry a truce. " "Won't you go?" cried Jack passionately. "But you mustn't indulge these gloomy thoughts. Can you come over?” “I think so. Hastening to the spot where he had tied his horse to a tree, he vaulted into the saddle, and rode off across the fields,—for he was fearful of encountering the hostile party,—till he reached the Edgeware Road. “I heard nothing,” he declared, “and my ears are good.
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