"There's the house," said Jack, pointing to a pretty cottage, the small wooden porch of which was covered with roses and creepers, with a little trim garden in front of it. She had left for ever the cage, the galling leash: she was free. He had been ill; no matter about that: he recollected every thought that had led up to it and every act that had consummated the deed. Then he stepped briskly to his feet and bent over the wounded man. Even her debt to him was a triviality now. He had not addressed to her even the most ordinary courtesy of fellow travellers; she doubted that he was even aware of her existence. ” “Oh, Drummond’s dinner!” she repeated. But she must not laugh. Hearing the distant shouts, these fellows rushed down to the entrance of the court, and arrived there just as Jack passed it. He followed.
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