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. A Hand
that strove to reach his shoulder, relentless, soulless but lawful. That would come later. You truly are your mother’s, Lucia. ‘Desist, you little devil,’ he growled in her ear. She refused coffee, though she knew that
anyhow she was doomed to a sleepless night. His face was aquiline but sweet, the years had not yet
taken the blush from his cheeks and his lips were similarly
rubefacient. She was weeping now. ’
‘You’re going?’ asked his friend, and the note of relief was marked.
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