A stout female stood in the aperture, an oil lamp in her hand. Why, that boy could hide for thirty years—without the girl. Crack went the whip, and away floundered the heavy vehicle through the deep ruts of the ill-kept road, or rather lane, (for it was little better,) which, then, led across Southampton Fields. ’ ‘Then you’re mad,’ Roding said flatly, and suddenly grinned.
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