But send me word. He heard the door close; and in a little while he fell into a doze; and there came a dream filled with broken pictures, each one of which the girl dominated. On regaining his breath, he began to consider whither chance had led him; and, rubbing his eyes to clear his sight, he perceived a sombre pile, with a lofty tower and broad roof, immediately in front of him. He wore a threecornered hat, a sandy-coloured scratch wig, and had a thick woollen wrapper folded round his throat. "My horse is at the door, saddled, with pistols in the holsters,—mount him and fly. “I don’t see what he has to do with my coming to London?” “He—he worships the ground you tread on. His kind eyes were puffy with fatigue. Piano wire, stained with black rust from the horrible deeds she had committed. Another picture slid across her vision. ’ The girl held out her hands. I've foiled him hitherto, and will foil him yet. I can't invent; the thing won't come. “But,” he said, “you do not blame me altogether?” She rose to her feet.
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