Face, eyes, everything eloquent of questioning surprise.
“Yes, I know. You thought all sorts of things except the right one. But anyway, I’m not quite the coward you thought just now.”
“Don’t.”
“No, I won’t again. Come, let us get back to the cottage. We haven’t lost after all by this—we have the side-saddle.”
“I don’t know what to think or say,” she cried, in dismay.
“I can understand your purpose. But let us get back, please;” and with that we went, I leading the horse as before and she walking by my side, Chris keeping close to her as though in some way he understood everything.
Again it was a silent walk at first; but this time the motives for silence were very different.
“I REALLY BELIEVE THE BARONESS THINKS YOU ARE A
PEASANT IN DISGUISE.”
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