"He must be somewhere hereabouts," cried one of the horsemen, dismounting. There were sidetables and a writing table, similarly buried in bric-a-brac, and the chair by the French doors could hardly be seen for blankets. All that confidence, born of irony, disappeared; and fear laid hold of him. ‘What the devil for? I’ll have one of the men ride the creature up tomorrow. " At the mention of the latter occurrence, a dark cloud gathered upon the stranger's brow. He had “put his foot down,” and said she must not go. Manning central in her mind. ‘Been led up the garden path by that confounded rapscallion. ‘I am Major Gerald Alderley of the West Kent Militia.
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