You see, the horse it does not belong to me, nor to the nuns. She stood without motion and without strength. There was a bare chance that he had been mistaken. ” She looked at him quizzically. “I am tired,” she said, “and I want to rest. If you ride past the church, and mount the hill, you'll come to Neasdon and then you'll not have above half a mile to go. Then, if you weren’t looking, he’d get five feet closer. Sit down, I command you. As to following, there was no one. Inexplicably there flashed into vision the Chinese wedding procession in the narrow, twisted streets of the city, that first day: the gorgeous palanquin, the tomtoms, the weird music, the ribald, jeering mob that trailed along behind.
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