"And I," muttered Jack. ‘And how is it that you have acquired this garb of a religieuse?’ he asked as she fitted the veil over her head. Earles glanced at it, and his eyes flashed with anger. He was alert, well-groomed, and yet—perhaps in contrast with the more volatile French type—there was a suggestion of weight about him, not to say heaviness. It was—in connection with this man Hill. She missed them already. The boat in which he rode was not overset. ’ ‘Melusine!’ came sharply from the doorway. Guided by the glare of the forge, which threw a stream of ruddy light across the road, Jack soon found the place of which he was in search. The Jacobite daws want a scarecrow. You will never be able to draw.
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