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Drenched to the skin,—in fact, he had been lying in a bed of muddy water,—and chilled to the very bone, he felt so stiff, that he could scarcely move. His fingers cherished the hilt of his sword and his eyes were on his friend and superior, ready at his back to do whatever was needed. It occurred to Ann Veronica once that she had known him when he was younger, but day had followed day, and each had largely obliterated the impression of its predecessor. It was a beautiful place that she had found, a round cave by a small stream. But what else he saw fit to teach her I do not care to stipulate. In vain Wood protested his innocence. And yet, often when alone, he wondered: had McClintock been wrong, or had she ceased to care in that way? The possibility that she no longer cared should have filled him with unalloyed happiness, whereas it depressed him, cut the natural vanity of youth into shreds and tatters. He HAD followed her! What had he followed her for? He must have followed her all the way from beyond Grosvenor Square. “Mr.
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