She ignored his question. His eyes never left her face. By the light of a torch borne at the stern of the hostile wherry, he saw that the pursuers had approached within a short distance of the object of their quest. The natural gaiety of the place seemed to have affected them both. She did not want particularly to know what had caused his agony, what had driven him back to the old coat. E. Just as they reached the eastern outlet of the churchyard— where the tall elms cast a pleasant shade over the rustic graves—a momentary stoppage took place. Immediately beneath her lay Willesden,—the most charming and secluded village in the neighbourhood of the metropolis—with its scattered farm-houses, its noble granges, and its old grey church-tower just peeping above a grove of rook-haunted trees. He looked just as Julian had the night she had first met him outside the Joliet Laundromat. ) He hesitated. All the rest of his existence was subordinate to this pursuit; he lived for it, worked for it, kept himself in training for it.
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