Happened to be at the Chariot, you know, with Trodger, and it’s review
day. It is
only a matter of time before he presents himself to whoever has the deeds to
Remenham House—a lawyer I presume—and claims that property for his
wife’s. She padded up the stairs to the bedroom, finding that
her sheets had been changed with a fresh pillow case to
welcome her weary head. At the same moment a martial flourish, proceeding from cow's horns,
tin canisters filled with stones, bladders and cat-gut, with other sprightly,
instruments, was struck up, and, enlivened by this harmonious accompaniment,
the troop reached its destination in the best possible spirits for an encounter. The tired woman looked up in inquiring silence at Ann Veronica’s
diffident entry. From his pale skin
and inky hair color it was apparent that his ancestry was
half-Hispanic and half-European, perhaps French. And thus he was once more free, having effected one of the most wonderful
escapes ever planned or accomplished. "
"So I perceive," said Ruth, withdrawing her hands. Unless—would he hide from them as he had hidden from her? It was a big
house, he said.
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