Probably a sick man's whim. She answered slowly. “You see,” said Ann Veronica, staring before her at the window-sash, “that’s the form my question takes at the present time. So while he talked to this girl of work and freedom, his slightly protuberant eyes were noting the gracious balance of her limbs and body across the gate, the fine lines of her chin and neck. I want you to understand clearly that I was indebted to the man in many small ways. 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.
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