One must be on guard. She described the Goopes and the Fabians to him, and gave him a sketch of her landlady; and he talked in the most liberal and entertaining way of a modern young woman’s outlook. Then he got up and left her. The lady's name's engraved inside, but so small I can scarcely read it. 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. His pale and boyish waist was nearly as slim as her own.
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