To simplify matters, he carried a coloured paper lantern upon which his license number was painted in Arabic numerals. The fire still burned brightly. "It is your son. However, no one had discovered me, so I contrived to drag myself to my horse. The tail-ender of this little caravan, he had been rather out of it. By-the-bye,” he added, in a suddenly altered tone, “I hope, I trust—that you have not entered into any arrangements with any one here?” “I—oh no!” Anna said, a little faintly.
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