I ought never to have thought of it. " Spurlock pointed in the sloping fields outside the walls. Manning came into her thoughts again, an unexpected, tall, dark, self-contained presence at the Fadden. Gerald studied the darkness beyond the aperture. His lips were tight drawn. "Lor' ha' mussy, Sir!—how you do talk," said the woman; "this is no robber, I'm sure.
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