They do
not come for me, to find me and bring me home. Capes agreed with the utmost cordiality. Then the storm broke. At sight of his wan
features, she forgot the urgency of her need for a moment, and fell to her knees
at his bedside, placing her hands on his slack ones where they lay on the soiled
coverlet. His eyes were bright
with the hunt. ‘Cousin? But I
am a fool. Ann Veronica decided that “hoydenish ragger”
was the only phrase to express her. Mike was drinking a cup of
black coffee. . She had been
obliged to spend the night in that fateful bedchamber, the faithful Kimble—who
had foraged at a nearby inn, bringing back a large pie and a jug of porter for his
mistress—guarding the door outside. The beachcomber, the lowest in the
human scale; and some day he would enter into this estate. En tout cas, why had he not returned? She pondered the question as, later, she
paced about her favourite retreat. ‘But you have told them that I have been disguised,
no? That I have broken into Remenham House, and—’
‘No, no, child, don’t be alarmed,’ said her great-aunt, her tone soothing. She gave her a wink when John had turned
to ask Mark if Lucy could ride home with them.
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