CHAPTER XXV Spurlock pushed back his helmet and sat down in the white sand, buckling his knees and folding his arms around them—pondering. He does not look the criminal. ” “Then, whoever he may be, he is not Meysey Hill,” Courtlaw said. ” “Your husband,” he answered bluntly. ” Mike said as he opened the door. Stanley, produced a portrait from its hiding-place in the jewel-drawer under the mirror. I was happy to oblige them, I had grown sick of the heat of the south and all the miserable sun. 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. " "My son!" echoed the widow, trembling. Beyond that everything was nebulous. He dared not go on. "You shall see him to-morrow. Nevertheless, relief washed over her, her body rejoicing in the afterglow of twenty years of tension released. Gay.
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