Good night. Hastening to the spot where he had tied his horse to a tree, he vaulted into the saddle, and rode off across the fields,—for he was fearful of encountering the hostile party,—till he reached the Edgeware Road. Gianfrancesco’s had curved differently and was darker. “He dissembles,” he said. 216 “Please, get dressed. But God did not put you next door.
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