"
"Not unless your skull's bullet-proof," cried a voice at his elbow; and, as the
words were uttered, a pistol was snapped at his head, which,—fortunately or
unfortunately, as the reader pleases,—only burnt the priming. Darting quickly to the chest that contained the
priest’s vestments, she leapt onto it and reached her arm down to scrabble behind
it on the floor. The wind blew in fitful gusts, and scattered the yellow leaves
from the elms and horse-chestnuts. Glancing idly up at her own window as they had swung round the corner she had
seen a strange thing. "
"Perhaps that was it. "Ali Baba, in a blue-serge coat!… God-forsaken fool!"
CHAPTER XIII
One day Ruth caught the patient's eyes following her about; but there was no
question in the gaze, no interest; so she pretended not to notice. “You were booked of course. She’s naïve, and
yet uncannily shrewd at times, and you daren’t rely on anything she says. Perhaps at the first blush—it strikes you as odd. These were seated in an imperfect semicircle about a
very copper-adorned fireplace, surmounted by a carved wood inscription:
“DO IT NOW. . ‘Because,’ said Lady Bicknacre in the confidential manner of all matrons
when passing on a tidbit of scandal, ‘Nicholas married against his father’s
wishes and ran away.
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