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It was dark as he reached the old stile hard by the little footbridge, and, perceiving a shrouded form thereby, halted suddenly; but as he peered, uncertain, a soft voice spoke:
"John! " He drew back hastily; the figure moved towards him. "Sir John Dering? " Off came Sir John's hat in a moment, and he bowed profoundly.