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"Blood!" he cried, "blood! cover it up! Oh, hide it hide it!" Then, turning about, he sped away, his muffled buttons jingling faintly as he went, and so was presently gone. Then Barnabas loosed his horse and mounted, and, with never a glance nor word to the silent figure beneath the finger-post, galloped away London-wards.
We camped at a noble reach, garnished with a mimic forest of old tamarisks, whose small voices, united in chorus, passably imitated the mighty murmur of the sea. Our day's march had covered a score of miles; hard work, considering the condition of the mules. After a splendid night, we set out London-wards at five a.m., April 8th, delayed, as has been said, by the politike of the Shaykhs.
Now hereupon Barnabas smiled, a very pleasant smile and radiant with youth, whereat the Chapman's pinched features softened for pure good fellowship, and for the moment he almost wished that he had charged less for the "priceless wollum," as, so smiling, Barnabas turned and strode away, London-wards.
He watched the car turning and vanishing, then, with a feeling of freedom he had never before experienced, he pushed on London-wards. With only two and sixpence in his pocket, he would have to wander about all night, or sit on the embankment. He had several times seen the outcasts on the embankment seats at night, and pitied them; he did not pity them now. They were free men and women.
Pondering on these questions throughout all that weary journey across a wintry landscape of bare brown fields and leafless trees, Gilbert Fenton travelled London-wards, to the city which was so little of a home for him, but in which his life had seemed pleasant enough in its own commonplace fashion until that fatal summer evening when he first saw Marian Nowell's radiant face in the quiet church at Lidford.
Old Age ceased to threaten and Loneliness to haunt. Over Iglesias' soul passed a wave of thankful content. Suddenly Poppy straightened herself up and faced him. Her lips laughed, but her eyes were wet. "I'll play fair," she said; "by the honour of the mother that bore you, I'll play fair." Then she laid her hand on his arm and pointed London-wards.
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