" "Stand off, Sir!" exclaimed Trenchard, starting suddenly backwards. " "Keep in your own room, at all events," rejoined Kneebone. As she did so, the ruffles to the jacket of her riding habit fell away, exposing livid blue bruises about her wrist, ugly in the light of day from the window at their back. It had ceased now, but as he closed in on the area, a faint muttering came to his ears. “Does he live here?” he asked her presently. “So Cheveney was her friend, you think, eh?” he remarked.
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