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The girl lay in Gilbert's arms, her weary head had fallen on his shoulder; her eyes were closed as if the sleep of utter exhaustion had overtaken her. With a feeling of pity, Gilbert carried Winifred into the little sitting-room. It was no time to ask questions; at this thrilling moment it never occurred to him that this was the girl Marston was looking for.
At the same time, it was an awkward position for Gilbert. Practically, he was alone in the cottage with the girl he loved. If she needed help he could not summon medical aid. On the other hand, it was possible that Winifred had heard of some plot against the freedom of her lover, and that by some blind instinct she had come down to the cottage to warn him of his danger.