I watched you wait at the farmhouse! But I couldn’t compromise your safety! You must have realized that!” She lowered her voice to a loud whisper. Wood, sinking into a chair, and fanning herself violently,—"what a fluster you have put me into with your violence, to be sure! And at the very time, too, when you know I'm expecting a visit from Mr. ’ He believes that she denies it simply because owing to my marriage with Sir John, whom they call the ‘Puritan Knight,’ she wants to keep her identity secret. Think—think of that engagement!” Their talk had come to eloquent silences that contradicted all he had to say. She inhaled a deep breath of air—London air. ’ A derisive snort greeted this passage. “Where am I?” he muttered. "'Under the wide and starry sky, Dig the grave and let me lie.
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