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“No,certainly;anythingthatisnecessary,onlyIhave
agoodwaystilltogobeforeevening,andyouwon’t
delaymorethanyoucanhelp?”
“Getalong,then,”saidtheman,brisklytohishorses,
andforthwiththeywereagaininmotion.
Theyoungladypulledupthewindow,andleaned
backforsomeminutesinherplace.
“Andwherearewegoingto,dearMissAlice?”
inquiredDulcibella,whodimlyapprehendedthatthey
wereabouttodeviatefromthestraightwayhome,and
fearedtheoldSquire,asotherWyvernfolkdid.
“Averylittleway,nothingofanyconsequence;and
Dulcibella,ifyoureallylovemeasyousay,oneword
aboutit,tolivingbeingatWyvernoranywhereelse,
you’llneversay–youpromise?”
“Youknowmewell,MissAlice–Idon’ttalktonoone;
butI’msorry-liketohearthere’sanythinglikeasecret.
Idreadsecrets.”
“Youneednotfearthis–itisnothing,nosecret,
ifpeoplewerenotunreasonable,anditshan’t
beasecretlong,perhaps,onlybetruetome.”
“Truetoyou!Well,whoshouldIbetruetoifnot
toyou,darling,andneverawordaboutitwillpassold
Dulcibella’slips,talkwhowill;andareweprettynear
it?”
“Verynear,Ithink;it’sonlytoseeanoldwoman,
andgetsomeinformationfromher,nothing,only
Idon’twishittobetalkedabout,andIknowyou
won’t.”
“Notaword,dear.Inevertalktoanyone,notI,for
alltheworld.”
Inafewminutesmoretheycrossedalittlebridge
spanningabrawlingstream,andthechaiseturnedthe
cornerofaby-roadtotheleft,undertheshadow
ofagroupoftallandsombreelms,overtoppedbythe
rooflesstoweroftheoldwindmill.Utterlylonelywas
theroad,butatfirstwithonlyasolitarinessthat
partookofthewildnessandmelancholyofthemoor
whichtheyhadbeentraversing.Soon,however,the
