Both advanced towards it, when, by the light of the lantern, Wood beheld, in the countenance of the stranger, the well-remembered and stern features of Rowland. He was in love with her! She tried to grasp all the welter of values in the situation simultaneously, and draw some conclusion from their disorder. Wild had escaped. ‘Jacques, where are you hurt?’ But as she asked the question, she saw the wound. Only a book detective could dope this out. ‘She’s an eviltempered little termagant, yes, but there’s no malice aforethought.
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