They tracked the fugitive to the Mint; but, like hounds at fault, they here lost all scent of their prey. ’ ‘Lady Bicknacre too,’ said Lucilla, a delight in her voice that grated on Melusine. "You needn't go far to do that," returned Quilt; "there he stands. She formed a wild resolution, and, lest she should waver from it, she set about at once to realize it. “Is that you, Nigel?” she asked.
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