It was
obviously pitched well, hitting her head at a good thirtyfive miles per hour. Urging his steed along Oxford Road,—
as that great approach to the metropolis was then termed,—he soon passed
Marylebone Lane, beyond which, with the exception of a few scattered houses,
the country was completely open on the right, and laid out in pleasant fields and
gardens; nor did he draw in the rein until he arrived at Tyburn-gate, where,
before he turned off upon the Edgeware Road, he halted for a moment, to glance
at the place of execution. She had animated dark blue-gray eyes under her fine eyebrows, and
dark brown hair that rolled back simply and effectively from her broad low
forehead. “My dear boy,” she exclaimed. ’ I wanted, as I have never wanted before, to take you up, to make
you mine, to carry you off and set you apart from all the strain and turmoil of
life. ‘Certainly you are imbecile. ” He got up and went to the
guest room door and locked it. And how could I come home—when he
locks me in rooms and all that?”
“I do wish this wasn’t going on,” said Miss Stanley, after a pause. Three times he uttered a phrase:
"A djinn in a blue-serge coat!"
And each time he would follow it with a chuckle—the chuckle of a soul in
damnation. ‘And nnever would you have f-found it.
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