"And now," he continued, sternly, "was it your master who has just ridden by?" "No," answered Quilt, sullenly. He stole his chance and thrust his hand towards hers. ” Chapter XVIII ANNABEL AND “ALCIDE” Lady Ferringhall lifted her eyes to the newcomer, and the greeting in them was obviously meant for him alone. She was not squeamish—although the sight of the sergeant’s ominous preparations had severely tried her fortitude—but Kimble’s white face plagued her conscience.
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