It was an uproarious affair, for Rollo now knew that he had been
grieviously betrayed: they were trying to kill him in a new way. His arm entered the round window of the white haze
of her vision, his wrist spouting blood in currents,
dripping on the stone floor. It was after all a momentary affair. He forgot Annabel’s idle attempts at love-making,
all the cul-de-sac gallantry of the moment. He carried a cane and a silk hat with a mourning-band
in one gray-gloved hand; his frock-coat and trousers were admirable; his
handsome face, his black mustache, his prominent brow conveyed an eager
solicitude. I don’t know. Wet as he was, he felt if he lay down in the grass, he should
perish with cold; while, if he sought a night's lodging in any asylum, his dress,
stained with blood and covered with dirt, would infallibly cause him to be
secured and delivered into the hands of justice. Rage flooded her at his intent, but she controlled it. In short, every contrivance that ingenuity could devise
was resorted to by this horde of reprobates to secure themselves from danger or
molestation. ”
“But you,” she exclaimed, “you are not coming. "
"And partly what else?"
"I shall never tell anybody that. ”
Some one hidden from Ann Veronica appeared to be marshalling the
assembly.
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