"And now," he continued, sternly, "was it your master who has just ridden by?" "No," answered Quilt, sullenly. ‘Could she have been a spy, after all?’ ‘Oh, she’s not a spy,’ Gerald answered, almost absently. In the middle there was a gate. Her breath came fast in little sobbing pants. The lady's name's engraved inside, but so small I can scarcely read it.
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