Swithin was too greatly affected by what he had overheard to speak much

to her on the way, and protected her as if she had been a shorn lamb.

After a farewell which had more meaning than sound in it, he hastened

back to Rings-Hill Speer. The work-folk were still in the hut, and, by

dint of friendly converse and a sip at the flagon, had so cheered Mr. and

Mrs. Anthony Green that they neither thought nor cared what had become of

Lady Constantine.

St. Cleeve's sudden sense of new relations with that sweet patroness had

taken away in one half-hour his natural ingenuousness. Henceforth he

could act a part.

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'I have made all secure at the top,' he said, putting his head into the

hut. 'I am now going home. When the rain stops, lock this door and

bring the key to my house.'




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