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She was sure he had not intended to let her go without farewell, but she hoped earnestly that he would not pursue her to the Manor to tell her so. And then she remembered his letter; that letter that her husband must have intercepted, recalling his storm of unreasonable fury on the occasion of her last return from Baronmead. He had doubtless read that letter and been inflamed by it.
As she emerged among the last of the congregation from the church on the Sunday morning following her visit to Baronmead, she found Lucas Errol leaning upon the open lych-gate. He greeted her with that shrewd, kindly smile of his before which it was almost impossible to feel embarrassed or constrained.
Slowly she awoke to full consciousness, and found Nap Errol bending over her, her hand fast clasped in his. "What happened?" she asked him faintly. "Where am I?" "You are at Baronmead," he said. "You were thrown and we brought you here." "Ah!" Her brows contracted a little. "Am I much hurt?" she asked. "Nothing to worry about," Nap said with quiet confidence. "You will soon be all right again.
Dot was not of the latter, but she was ever shy in Anne's presence, though it was more the fear of hurting than of being hurt that made her so. She enjoyed the brisk run to Baronmead with all her healthy soul. As they sped up the long drive they were joined by a galloping horseman, who shouted to Bertie to put on speed and flogged his animal furiously when the car drew ahead.
Very faithfully he had kept his part of the compact, so faithfully that when they were past she was conscious of a sense of chill mingling with her relief. He had stifled his passion for her, it seemed, and perhaps it was only by comparison that his friendship felt so cold and measured. She was glad when they reached Baronmead at length.
For the third time in her life she was afraid to meet her own eyes. And all night long her brain thrummed like a vibrating wire to a voice that sometimes pleaded but more often gibed. "Has the Queen no further use for her jester?" Spring came early that year, and the day fixed for the opening of the Baronford Town Hall was brilliantly fine and warm. Anne was staying at Baronmead for the event.
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