By-the-bye,” he added, in a suddenly
altered tone, “I hope, I trust—that you have not entered into any arrangements
with any one here?”
“I—oh no!” Anna said, a little faintly. The washerwoman reported that she had seen a man one
day riding out for an early morning hunt, but was unsure
of his identity. She was clad in fresh linen, but still wore the riding-habit she had
appropriated, having sponged out the spots of blood late last night and left it to
dry in the kitchens. ‘You said it. She cried and sobbed in fits. "Oh! Sir, if you'd seen her
as I've seen her, you'd not wish her a continuance of misery. ‘Good God!’ uttered Roding. Blotted out—Love! With infinite care,
through nearly a thousand pages, her father had obliterated the word Love. "
"You'd better hold your peace, my lad," observed Jonathan, in a menacing tone. ” She batted his arms and slapped
him, angrily twisting from his grasp. ” Lucy commented as the mud was
smoothed around the grave site. ”
“Not long ago,” she said, “you left me in anger, partly because of this exchange
of identities between Annabel and myself. ‘If you are not going to visit Charvill today, I’ll escort you back to the convent
in Golden Square.
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