The time was the 26th of November, 1703: the place, the Mint in Southwark. “Poor Lucy!” Cathy exclaimed as she rushed in the door, umbrella sheathed. "I am. ’ The lady’s gaze dwelled thoughtfully on the half-drawn sword and then came up to meet his, an odd look in her eyes. She turned her cheek to the cold sill; and by and by the sill grew warm and wet with tears. “I suppose my levity is incorrigible. After debating with himself whether he should further seek an interview, which, though, now in his power, was so sedulously shunned by the other party, he decided in the negative; and contenting himself with writing upon a slip of paper the hasty words,—"You are known by the villagers,—be upon your guard,"—he gave it to the ostler, with instructions to deliver it instantly to the owner of the horse he pointed out, and pursued his course. "I cannot remain here long. ’ ‘By all means,’ agreed Lucy at once, and ignoring the automatic protest that issued from Roding’s lips, she threw a command over her shoulder as she turned to go.
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