Conjuror's House - A Romance of the Free Forest by Stewart Edward White
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strike the woods. I shall cover my trail. And with ten hours' start,
let them catch Ned Trent who can!" She laughed happily. "To-night, then. At the south of the island there is a trail, and at the end of the trail a beach--" "I know!" he cried. "Meet me there as soon after dark as you can do so without danger." He threw his hat into the air and caught it, his face boyishly upturned. Again that something, so vaguely familiar, plucked at her with its ghostly, appealing fingers. She turned swiftly, and seized them, and so found herself in possession of a memory out of her far-off childhood. "I know you!" she cried. "I have seen you before this!" He bent his puzzled gaze upon her. "I was a very little girl," she explained, "and you but a lad. It was at a party, I think, a great and brilliant party, for I remember many beautiful women and fine men. You held me up in your arms for people to see, because I was going on a long journey." "I remember, of course I do!" he exclaimed. A bell clanged, turning over and over, calling the Company's men to |
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