"I heard his voice; but I saw them on the stairs, and durst not approach him, for fear of giving the alarm. Very likely by this time the whole truth is known. "My horse is at the door, saddled, with pistols in the holsters,—mount him and fly. He loved the sea, and could give a good account of himself in any weather. The chair is in the veranda. Don't be afraid, man,—off with it. After that night she made it a habit. How she needed him! Next moment, she had wrenched open the door, and was confronting her guard. He beheld the grey tower of Willesden Church, embosomed in its grove of trees, now clothed, in all the glowing livery of autumn.
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