He spoke in quick nervous sentences. Or had she, like himself, been held up until the fellow returned to town? He waited, his ready humour anticipating her likely reaction. From the opposite corner under the trees a man with his hat slouched over his eyes stood and glowered at them. "They can't go into the Condemned Hold," said Ireton, consequentially; "it's against Mr. ‘But only think, Hilary,’ Lucy protested, evidently too involved in her theory to waste time in scolding. The real tragedy—which he sensed and toward which he was always reaching—eluded all his verbal skill.
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