It was just upon the stroke of nine as he entered the Lodge, and Mr. I'm a poor nurse. Her stifled misery had betrayed her. ‘You are wise, Marthe. She had dreaded the beginning of this hour. Pale, flesh-colored light filtered in through the corners of the house. 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. Anna never knew whither it had led her— sometimes she had fears.
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