” Lucy spat. I will arise myself. " His demeanour was polished; his manners singularly affable and gentle; and he was remarkable, for the generosity of his temper. He seemed to be hesitating between two courses of action. She realized more and more the quality of the brink upon which she stood—the dreadful readiness with which in certain moods she might plunge, the unmitigated wrongness and recklessness of such a self-abandonment. But Darrell averted his head. The robbers proceeded singly, and kept on the grass skirting the road, so that no noise was made by their horses' feet. ‘Ask him. "The traps!" responded a bystander. Five hours later she tiptoed down the hall and paused at the threshold of what they now called his study.
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