She speedily reached her own abode,—a little cottage, standing in the outskirts of the village. No wonder that Trenchard, as he gazed at this fearful being, should have some misgivings cross him. "Don't stir," replied Jack. This is simply a chapter of coincidences. Get on, do. 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. It is a big house and there are many rooms in which to hide. V.
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