Once or twice she
commented upon it, but she knew that it was resultant of
his fear of her impending departure. . "Why came
she here?"
"She could not resist the hand of fate which drew her hither," replied Sir Cecil,
mournfully. His grip twisted her wrist. His name was Sebastianus. A moment afterwards, the street was illumined by a blaze of torchlight, and a
tumultuous uproar, mixed with the clashing of weapons, and the braying of
horns, announced the arrival of the first detachment of Minters. Flinging her
back against it, she put her hands out, barring his way. "My horse is at the
door, saddled, with pistols in the holsters,—mount him and fly. That is so awful.
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