He drew both his pistols, and prepared for a desperate encounter. Hastening to the spot where he had tied his horse to a tree, he vaulted into the saddle, and rode off across the fields,—for he was fearful of encountering the hostile party,—till he reached the Edgeware Road. “You are not going out—this evening, I trust,” that lady asked, a trifle dismayed. I have not found the secret way into the house, for instance. “It’s all right,” he said, reassuringly to the inquirer without.
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