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. You never can tell. Vexation at his folly in suffering himself to be thus entrapped kept Wood for a short time silent. The colour slowly left her cheeks, the lines of her mouth hardened. And she—’ ‘She!’ interrupted the young lady crossly. We were to have breakfast there and return in the evening.
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