She noted the dank hair on his forehead, the sweat of revolting nature. Jack, whose clothes were covered with dust, and whose face was deathly pale from his recent exertion, looked more like a phantom than a living person. ‘Don’t be too sure,’ responded Major Gerald Alderley on a dry note. If only Gerald would come. A shiver slid down inside her. While he was thus musing, two horsemen rode past him; and, proceeding to a little distance, stopped likewise. She remained by the door until the walls of the city swallowed the bobbing lantern. A girl of fifteen or sixteen gave her a handbill that she regarded as a tract until she saw “Votes for Women” at the top.
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