You are not with the Kent militia, are you?’ ‘West Kent, yes. ‘Tell me, my boy. ’ She bestowed a dazzling smile on Roding, who had reddened to the gills at these words. It’s not you—not a bit. “Some day,” she answered. Something, then, to appease the wrath of God; something to blunt this persistent agony. Not a star could be discerned, but, in their stead, streaks of lurid radiance, whence proceeding it was impossible to determine, shot ever and anon athwart the dusky vault, and added to the ominous and threatening appearance of the night.
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