He had not proceeded far when he was alarmed by the tramp of a horse, which seemed to be rapidly approaching, and he had scarcely time to leap the hedge and conceal himself behind a tree, when a tall man, enveloped in an ample cloak, with his hat pulled over his brows, rode by at full speed. ” The conversation hung. ’ She sighed relief to see a faint grin as he ventured to raise his head. ‘Dieu du ciel, for what do you take me?’ ‘I don’t know,’ he threw at her. It was an excuse, dredged up on the spur of the moment to cover a slip. CHAPTER VIII. With his tongue lolling and his flea-bitten stump wagging apologetically, he glanced from face to face to see if there was any forgiveness visible.
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