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. That her husband was not touching her anymore grew to be like a disease, something to be cured. "What do you want fot that coat, friend?" asked Jack, as he came up. "You were saying—?" "I started to say something; that is all. At least one of them was caught and put away. ‘Now then, missie, where do you think you’re going?’ ‘I must see Jacques only for one little minute,’ Melusine told him prettily, fluttering her lashes. It was in the quiet streets and squares toward Oxford Street that it first came into her head disagreeably that she herself was being followed. Everett’s gaze dropped to the papers in his hand. But the morning brought courage again, and those first intimations of horror vanished completely from her mind. “Let’s go.
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