Then her eyes flashed. My heart cannot take it. CHAPTER IV. Yet she took with her an uneasy consciousness that in this affair might lie the germs of future trouble. 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. The latter has, since, been induced to unite herself to Sir Cecil, on terms originating with her brother, and which, however strange and unprecedented, were acquiesced in by the suitor. “Sit down,” he said, and perused—“perused” is the word for it—for some moments. Presently repellance grew under the frozen mask of astonishment and dissipated it.
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