’ Lucilla sat up. Suddenly he came to a stop, his mouth agape. The trip took a full day. A piece of old blanket was fastened across her shoulders, and she had no other clothing except a petticoat. A stout female stood in the aperture, an oil lamp in her hand. ’ ‘Yes, it’s all my fault,’ he agreed soothingly, ‘and you may rail at me presently as much as you please. His countenance was pale as death, but not a muscle quivered; nor did he betray the slightest appearance of fear. “How could he call except in your absence, as you are never at home in the afternoon.
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