We’ll have some buttered toast. The horse-soldiers wheeled round and cleared a path: the foot closed in upon the cart. What gave the puzzling twist to an ordinary situation was her manner: she was guileless. She fixed her eyes upon it and ran, keeping always as far as possible in the shadow of the hedge, gazing fearfully every now and then down along the valley for the white smoke of the train. Blueskin, however, was not unattended.
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