Something seemed to dredge up from the recesses of her memory and she brightened. Down on me luck, I was, and they took me in. CHAPTER XVI. I took the usual way home. Only she hadn’t. She was clad in fresh linen, but still wore the riding-habit she had appropriated, having sponged out the spots of blood late last night and left it to dry in the kitchens.
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