"And now, let's walk on. No, not to Old Place—back home, past Tower Cottage."
She put her arm through his again, and they set out through the soft dusk that had begun to hover about them. So they came to the cottage, and here, for a while, instinctively stayed their steps. A light shone in the parlour window; the Tower was dark and still. Mary turned her face to Beaumaroy's with a sudden smile of scornful gladness.
"Aye, aye, you're right!" His smile answered hers. "Poor devils! I'm sorry for them, upon my soul I am!"
"That really is just like you!" she exclaimed in mirthful exasperation. "Sorry for the Radbolts now, are you?"
"Well, after all, they've only got the gold. We've got the treasure, Mary!"
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