Then she was out of the door and running, fast. He sat back in an easy chair with a hand upon each of the elbows, and looked steadfastly into the fire. Not with the unavoidable explanations, and the need to secrete the sword and hide it before returning the priest’s horse to its stable—which had been her excuse for running from Martha’s protestations. “I hope,” said Miss Stanley, with dignity, and turned doorward with features in civil warfare. ’ ‘Yes, that is what he said,’ agreed Melusine, pleased to find him of so ready an understanding. Her knees almost sank beneath her as she raised the latch of the front door and looked out. She had a vision of policemen, reproving magistrates, a crowded court, public disgrace.
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