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It will be the longest two miles I've ever walked, but it's early. They won't escape easily. By gad! they shall suffer!" "Who?" "Both of them, the man and the woman." "The woman!" "Curse you, you nearly let me fall," said Rosmore. "Don't talk. I can't talk." At a little tavern in the village Lord Rosmore ate and drank, and while he did so he carefully examined the contents of the leather case.
Perhaps we shall cut him off, for I have an idea he means to turn upon his track. Capture, or no capture, there's money for this day's work." As the highwayman disappeared over the ridge Lord Rosmore and his two men turned at right angles from the road and went across the common; the others continued the pursuit, but going not a whit faster than they were before.
Now that help was at hand his strength seemed to dwindle to nothing. The man cut the cords so vigorously that Rosmore stumbled forwards and fell. For an instant he was powerless to move, and then with an effort he crawled a few inches until his hand touched the leather case. "The coat," he muttered. "The pocket a flask."
Even now he might be in the hands of his enemies, for were not all the ways of escape watched to-night? What could she do? She stood for a few moments undecided how to act. She must not be found there by her uncle or Lord Rosmore who might seek her there if by chance they discovered that she had not returned to her own rooms. Almost certainly they would have her watched to-night.
He thought to stand high with her by killing me to-night. She must never belong to Lord Rosmore. She will listen to you, Martin she always does, she always has." "Would you make a Cupid's messenger of me, Mr. Fellowes?" "Fool! I tell you I am nothing. Save her from Rosmore, that is your mission.
Lovers are like that, and often spoil the best-laid schemes," Rosmore laughed. "Oh, I am thinking chiefly of myself. Jeffreys has no profound love for me, and would rejoice to catch me tripping. You are no longer my guest, Mr. Crosby. I have done my part, and your presence here is a danger to me. You are free to go.
With a slight inclination of the head Crosby left the room with his two gaolers, for gaolers they surely were, although he had been called a guest. One of the triple alliance had grievously failed in his endeavour to help the woman who was in such sore distress; would the others fail as ignominiously? "Are you satisfied?" asked Rosmore, turning to Harriet.
Fellowes was flushed with wine, unsteady, taken by surprise. There came to Barbara the sudden conviction that in some manner Fellowes had fallen into a trap. He had insulted her, but the wine was the cause, and Rosmore had seized the opportunity for his own ends. She tried to speak, but could not.
"To the right and left to cut him off!" cried Rosmore. "We have him. The chase is over before it has well begun." Well might he say so, for the fugitive was galloping straight towards a stiff fence that few horses would face and few horsemen would hazard their necks over. He turned again and laughed, but rode straight on.
Indeed, it was doubtful if she did really remember him; were she to meet him she would probably not know him again. No, she had no ground for disliking Lord Rosmore. She did not dislike him, but, since he had been chosen for her, there was ample reason why she could never love him. Any woman would naturally hate the man she was commanded to love.
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