"Is—is he covered?" murmurs Mona, with difficulty, growing pale, and shrinking backwards. Instinctively she lays her hand on Rodney's arm, as though desirous of support. He, laying his own hand upon hers, holds it in a warm and comforting clasp.,
"I didn't make up the mare, miss, before comin' out wid ye," he says, mildly, telling this lie without a blush.,
Other wise words she spoke to him, telling him what he should do; also she gave him a bundle of mysterious things which would help him on his journey..
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