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When Auriole slipped quietly into the room five minutes later she found Richard asleep on the camp bed with Blayney's kit bag tucked under his head. Below stairs there existed a state of turmoil. She had exploded her bombshell as to Richard's false identity secure in the belief that it would result in his immediate liberation. "But Hell! what are you thinking off?" Hipps had roared.
In early days, as has been pointed out, Evesham lay out of the common beat; the Avon formed a cul-de-sac, and the main road from Worcester to London and Oxford merely skirted the town, ascending Green Hill from Chadbury, continuing its course by what is now known as Blayney's Lane, and crossing the river by a ford or bridge at Offenham Ferry.
From the camp bed she had dragged Blayney's kit bag and was buttoning it into an old dressing gown provided for his use. "I must have a head," she was saying, which sounded idiotic to Richard who saw that her own was beautiful.
It lies a hundred yards to the left of the road nearly opposite a pretty thatched lodge, but cannot be seen from the highway. Just beyond is a double cottage dividing the road into two, and on the right is a shady lane. This is Blayney's Lane, and, as already mentioned, it was once the London road; by pursuing it we come to the river meadows and Offenham Ferry.
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