"An idea has just occurred to me," said Gay, "which Jack's narrative has suggested. Now, he must have folks somewhere. “Better,” said Ann Veronica, with an unreal alacrity. Courtlaw—Lady Mackinnor. Suspicion was in his face. The tears were welling over now, but her voice was steady. So that as she saw him she remarked to herself very faintly but definitely, “Oh, golly!” and set up a campaign of avoidance that Mr. Warding off the blows as well as he could with the bar, Jack struck both the horses on the head, and the animals plunged so violently, that they not only prevented their riders from assailing him, but also kept off the hostlers; and, in the confusion that ensued, Jack managed to spring over the fence, and shaped his course across the field in the direction of Sir John Oldcastle's. Was this the result of some strange experiment? It was the person of Annabel Pellissier—the soul of a very different order of being.
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