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"I know it," I said; "but what of you?"

"What ofher horse so that he bounded forward down the sandy lane, I abreast of her, stride for stride "What of me? Why, I lied to him, that is all, Mr Renault And he knew it!"

"Is that all?" I asked

"No, not all He told the truth to you and to Sir Peter And I knew it"

"In what did he tell the truth?"

"In what he said about--his mistress" Her face crih, nor faltered at the word

"How is it that you know?"

"How does a woman know? Tell me and I'll confess it I know because a wos Let it rest there--a matter scarcely fitted for discussion between asoundly schooled, God wot, in every branch of infa in, "and ride no alloped on, head set, flushed and expressionless, and I spurred to overtake her

"Turn back!" I said hoarsely "It o hard with you if I aave you--you have them?"

"Yes"

"For Sir Peter and his lady?"

"So they are e?"