While you talked I was only making our plans. At this juncture, a cry was raised by a servant from below, that the robbers were flying through the garden. He seemed to do ten things before she could think to do one, to leap upon her and take possession. She turned to Lucilla, a plea in her face. In one of the cabins a man sat on the edge of his narrow bunk. Was it a week ago? No, perhaps more. The signs of tears had all gone, but some subtle change seemed to have stolen into her face.
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