It is the horse of the priest, you understand, and—and he does not know that I have borrowed it. Standing before a mirror set on a dresser between the windows, two hands frozen in the act of adjusting a wide-brimmed hat on her head, stood a lady in a dark riding habit, her startled features turned towards the door. ” “I mean—” “I behaved like an idiot, that’s all. "One'd think it rained fares, as well as blowed great guns. ToC At the beginning of the twelfth century,—whether in the reign of Henry the First, or Stephen is uncertain,—a fifth gate was added to the four principal entrances of the city of London; then, it is almost needless to say, surrounded by ramparts, moats, and other defences. The hour for which, presumably, she had been created was drawing nigh. Why can’t you let it be?’ Gerald grinned at him. Her usual dignified reserve had availed her nothing. She stood, as it were, directed doorward, with her eyes watching every movement, listening to him, repelled by him and yet dimly understanding. The lady's name's engraved inside, but so small I can scarcely read it.
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