It doesn’t matter. " "Arm yourself with that ruffian's weapons," replied Jack, "and let us search for her. ” She took the pocket-book and looked up at him with a little impulsive movement. Her sense of humour could not wholly resist his abnormal gravity. He found the horse where Thames told him he would find him, mounted, and rode off across the fields in the direction of town. Only her face was clear, frail and delicate, almost flower-like, with the sad haunting eyes ever watching his.
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