His hand fell lightly to her chest where her heart was
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beating, almost tenderly. "No, lad," said McClintock, his tone becoming kindly. The haste to send her upon her way now had but one interpretation—the
recognition of his own immediate danger, the fear that if this tender association
continued, he would end in offering her a calamity quite as impossible as that
which had happened—the love of a man who was in all probability older than
her father! The hurt was no less intensive because it was so ridiculous. His pride, however, would not
suffer him to interfere with their proceedings; much less could he bring himself
to acknowledge that he had been in the wrong, and entreat Lady Trafford to
remain, though he was well aware that her life might be endangered if she
travelled by night. “—and your aunt—”
For a time he searched for the mot juste. The horse-soldiers wheeled round
and cleared a path: the foot closed in upon the cart. “The numbers are a little
difficult to see in the archway. Young, not much older than she was: she was twenty and he was possibly
twenty-four. Or else I would have finished him. On the other
hand, there was a subconscious impression that she would be able to read
instantly anything unclean in a man's eye. ”
He pushed her a dozen yards along the greasy pavement with flat, well-trained
hands that there seemed to be no opposing.
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