"He shan't trouble you further. Her white shirt was mired with a central bloodstain, his pants caked with mud. The two girls put on shoes and started walking towards the north side of town. He rested on one elbow. The fatal shower, from which he and his little charge escaped uninjured, had stricken his assailant and precipitated him into the boiling gulf. . She would be in the library, her favorite place, or on the bench by the colored glass window with her embroidery. Either ignorant of the accident, or heedless of it, the foremost horseman pursued his way without even turning his head. Sir John waved her back.
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