‘But—’ ‘Nothing at all for you to worry your head over,’ said the captain, moving to try and usher her forth. “Sir John of course disapproves of me,” she remarked slowly. He was an odd one, especially for a young man. Wood required little pressing. Perhaps it was the recollection of those happy days. Manning, with entirely suitable emotion. Another horseman followed quickly at the heels of the first; but just as he passed the spot where Jack stood, his steed missed its footing, and fell. After all, what did it matter?—it or anything else in the world? She was within reach of his arms, beautiful, compelling, herself as it seemed suddenly conscious of the light which was burning in his eyes.
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