She pulled her veil down, and he knew that
silence was best. But that did not
stop Trodger, who had ridden up from Kent for the purpose, from detailing every
little inspection and sortie that his men had made in their allotted task of
watching Remenham House. In the rush of commuters he did not
see her boarding his train. From the first of these alighted Thames, or, as he must now be
styled, the Marquis de Chatillon. Wearied at
length with thinking on the past, and terrified by the prospect of the future, he
threw himself on the straw with which the cage was littered, and endeavoured to
compose himself to slumber.
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