Her fingers found the lump she sought and, with a little effort, she dragged out the black-wrapped foil. The clock struck half-past ten. ” She grinned. To-night there seemed to be a new brilliancy in her eyes, a deeper quality in her tone. Is there any truth, do you suppose, in this rumoured marriage?” “I know nothing,” Courtlaw answered hurriedly. ’ ‘For God’s sake, don’t accuse her of murder,’ begged Gerald, retrieving the lady’s hat and handing it to her, ‘or she’ll be challenging me to a duel again. ’ ‘I thought so,’ Gerald said with satisfaction. The girl was like some north-country woodland pool, penetrated by a single shaft of sunlight—beautifully clear in one spot and mysteriously obscured elsewhere. She turned there, clasped her hands behind her back and put up her chin. The robbers proceeded singly, and kept on the grass skirting the road, so that no noise was made by their horses' feet. Figg?" asked Gay. Spurlock has gone.
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