Then they dressed
her in a dirty dress of coarse serge and a cap, and took away her own clothes. ’
‘You traitor, Gerald,’ laughed Lucilla, her yellow curls bouncing under a huge
straw bonnet all over flowers. Advancing towards them, sword in hand, Jonathan so
terrified the hinds by his fierce looks and determined manner, that, after a slight
show of resistance, they took to their heels, leaving him master of the field. But here the resemblance stopped. CHAPTER X. He was smiling under his
heavy mustache, and his head was a little on one side as he looked at her. "Well!" cried Mrs. “This is a very foolish sort of entertainment. It’s just upon my lunch-time. Corbet Kynaston, then? Sir John Packington's courier was here
yesterday. The only persons in the Lodge were Mrs. ‘Whither away, mademoiselle?’ he said grimly, ungently grasping her arm
above the elbow. Nor was this impression removed as
he stole a glance at Mrs. ’
‘I know,’ he said, smiling. I hardly see you anymore.
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