Standing before a mirror set on a dresser between the windows, two hands frozen in the act of adjusting a wide-brimmed hat on her head, stood a lady in a dark riding habit, her startled features turned towards the door. “I cannot thank you, Sir John,” she said. ‘I beg your pardon?’ said Gerald. ‘Of course the fellow has doubtless stayed put to wait for you,’ retorted Hilary. You will be under the eye of the best friend I have; and if you do not treat that child for what she is —an innocent angel—I promise to hunt you across the wide world and kill you with bare hands. She had just passed into a little antechamber beyond when she suddenly heard a faint knocking.
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