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When she got back to her questions again in the monotonous high-road that led up the hill, she found the image of Mr. She feared he might take her tears as a sign of weakness. The intruder was handsomely, even richly, attired in a scarlet riding-suit, embroidered with gold; a broad belt, to which a hanger was attached, crossed his shoulders; his boots rose above his knee, and he carried a laced hat in his hand. It appeared from what he said that he had been captured when asleep,—that his liquor had been drugged,—otherwise, he would never have allowed himself to be taken alive. You are not a tourist seeking adventure. "To be sure he has!" returned Mrs.
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