CHAPTER I. The order was promptly obeyed, and the horses proceeded at a furious pace along the Edgeware Road. S. " "Be silent dog," cried Jonathan. The lunches were individual affairs: sandwiches, bottled olives and jam commandeered from the Victoria. Manning think?” said her aunt. Ray did not pace, he just stood. She became aware that at regular intervals a light flashed upon her face and a bodiless eye regarded her, and this, as the night wore on, became a torment. ‘It is imbecile that you are. Her cheeks burned for a moment or two when she reached the street, although she held her head upright and walked blithely, even humming to herself fragments of an old French song.
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