’ ‘I’m hanged if I can make out either of you,’ complained Hilary. . ” Her mind went off to Capes. Sooner or later she’s going to run away again, and I want Frith to follow her and find out where she’s living. Any one less courageous than himself would have abandoned the attempt from a conviction of its utter hopelessness; but, though it might for a moment damp his ardour, it could not deter him. Upon what this instinct was based she could not say; she was conscious only of its insistence. His was the Latin turn of thinking; he had fallen in love at thirteen, and he was still capable—he prided himself—of falling in love. The thin stream of blood on which her eyes were fastened with a nameless horror reached almost to her feet.
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