Then Mike came along. It really isn’t so easy to go as it seems. Their chit-chat stopped when they reached the bench. Lost, stolen, or strayed, the Young Person!. There is turmoil, shouts, cries, jostlings, milling congestions that suddenly break and flow in opposite directions. A chill ran through his frame, and, grasping the heavy weapon with which chance had provided him, prepared to strike down the first person who should enter the cell. The intruder was handsomely, even richly, attired in a scarlet riding-suit, embroidered with gold; a broad belt, to which a hanger was attached, crossed his shoulders; his boots rose above his knee, and he carried a laced hat in his hand. I want to talk to you, and I must return tomorrow. Yet her aunt, with a ringed hand flitting to her lips and a puzzled, worried look in her eyes, deaf to all this riot of warmth and flitting desire, was playing Patience—playing Patience, as if Dionysius and her curate had died together.
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