The slack of her ridinghabit and full under-petticoats was gathered into her left hand, and her booted ankles were visible as she held the skirts well out of her way. There were moments when she thought of turning upon this man and talking to him. “I shall probably want you to come down to the ‘Unusual’ to-morrow morning,” he said. ‘Rather would I die than fall in with such a plan. “I have loved you,” he was saying, “ever since you sat on that gate and talked. But I can't consent to the course you would pursue—at least, not till I've given it due consideration. Several of the assailants carried links, so that the room was a blaze of light. The sword, Jacques. Balanced on his nose were enormous tortoise-shell spectacles.
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