” He turned upon her almost fiercely. I don’t care. She did not open the Bible but laid it on the edge of the bed, knelt and rested her forehead upon the worn leather cover. After feasting his eye upon this superb panorama, he was about to return, when he ascertained from a farmer that his nearest road to Willesden would be down a lane a little further on, to the right. Her grave fine face, her warm clear complexion, had already aroused his curiosity as he had gone to and fro in Morningside Park, and here suddenly he was near to her and talking freely and intimately. Hastening to the spot where he had tied his horse to a tree, he vaulted into the saddle, and rode off across the fields,—for he was fearful of encountering the hostile party,—till he reached the Edgeware Road. Besides—there is Sir John. "Speak plainly. ” She looked at him; his face, downcast and in profile, was handsome and strong.
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