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. And he had gone away without knowing the truth! "My proa boys are ready; the wind is brisk; and in an hour we shall be beyond all pursuit. Just so had his subordinates shown their apprehension. “You were really at Moulton House,” she exclaimed penitently. Sir John waved her back. ’ Gerald grinned.
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