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I disreat stone, thrust the papers under, then dropped it to its immemorial bed once more

"Quick!" she whispered "I heard a horse's iron-shod foot striking a pebble"

"Behind us?"

"Yes Now gallop!"

Our horses plunged on again, fretting at the curb She rode a mare as black as a crow save for three silvery fetlocks, and e road we plunged in the white river-alloped through the sand, far behind us I thought to hear a sound likestone

"You shall come no farther," I said "You can not be found in company with me Turn south, and strike the Greenwich road"

"Too late," she said calet I compromised myself with that same pass you carry"

"Why in God's name did you include yourself in it?" I asked

"Because the pass was denied me until I asked it for us both"

"You ain to Sir Henry Clinton, Mr Renault Spare , I fell silent for a space, then turned to scan her face, but read nothing in its immobility

"Why did you do all this for me, a spy?" I asked

"For that reason," she answered sharply--"lest the disgrace bespatter my kinsman, Sir Peter, and his sweet lady"

"But--ill be said when you return alone and I a, for I do not return"

"You--you----"

"I ask you to spare race shall fall on any one--not even on you and me"

"But hoill folk say----"

"They'll say we fled together to be wedded!" she cried, exasperated "If you will force ot my pass for that! I told Sir Henry that I loved you and that I was plighted to Walter Butler And Sir Henry, hating Mr Butler, laughed until he could not see for the tears, and scratchedon the lie I offered in return! There, sir, is what I have done I said I loved you, and I lied I shall go with you, then ask a flag of the rebels to pass race can fall on h any infamy, however black, that others must account for!"

And she drew her sun- resource, her anger, so a in the stride of the tireless gallop Then in a flash, alert oncefrom the Harlem, the mill on the left, with its empty s and the two poplar-trees beside it, the stone piers and wooden railing of the bridge, the sentinels on guard, already faced our atching our swift approach