I will not trust you. Wood, in equal trepidation. It’s odd, but nothing but cliche seems to meet this case. He then mounted the jaded hack, which had long since regained its legs, and was quietly browsing the grass at the road-side, and, striking spurs into its side, rode off. Previously to his descent he had left the nail and spike on the wall, and with these he fastened the blanket to the stone coping. The haste to send her upon her way now had but one interpretation—the recognition of his own immediate danger, the fear that if this tender association continued, he would end in offering her a calamity quite as impossible as that which had happened—the love of a man who was in all probability older than her father! The hurt was no less intensive because it was so ridiculous. Stanley took the letter and stood with it in his hand thoughtfully for a time.
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