But she found an unknown lady’s discarded
garments, and selected some of those that she tried on, sending Kimble off down
the secret passage to load them onto the horse she had borrowed—unbeknownst
to its owner—from Father Saint-Simon. ” He frowned. So, at least,
thought one of two persons who were seated together in a small back-parlour of
the house at Dollis Hill. "My limbs feel so light, now that my irons are removed," he observed with a
smile, "that I am half inclined to dance. You were with your mother, the two
of you huddled like thieves, laughing at the silly women
who tried to shield themselves from rain by cowering
under empty baskets and shawls. We have a great
deal to discuss, you and I. I can’t rest or work or settle down to anything while
things are like this between you and me. "
"Hurt her? It would tear her to pieces; God knows she has had enough.
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