CHAPTER XII. And it has been well
for you that he imagines the child was drowned. Hastening to the spot where he had tied
his horse to a tree, he vaulted into the saddle, and rode off across the fields,—for
he was fearful of encountering the hostile party,—till he reached the Edgeware
Road. It
might be three yards in width, and a few more in length; but it was covered with
ooze and slime, and the waves continually broke over it. The larger problem at hand was drugging her foster
sister, Shari, into a deep sleep. "I was only commenting. On searching the grounds, we found two suspicious-looking fellows
in the garden, and had scarcely secured them, when your mother's cries
summoned us hither, just in time to preserve her. Gerald
sighed. ’
‘You need not be a nun,’ he said, leaning towards her. Days later, Sebastian found her by the lake, sobbing. He was always anticipating, stepping into
the future, torturing himself with non-existent troubles. “In a sort of beautiful garden-close—wearing lovely dresses and picking
beautiful flowers?”
“Ah! If one could!”
“While those other girls trudge to business and those other women let
lodgings.
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