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"I thought you were lost, miss -- I did, indeed," protested Dakin, as Miss Cranstoun, hardly deigning to notice her, swept past her into the house. "And if Sir Philip thought I'd let you run out of the house like that -- -- Lor', here he is!"
Mistress and maid were crossing the wide hall as Sir Philip entered it from the dining-room. Miss Cranstoun's shawl had fallen back, and her plentiful blue-black hair, disarranged by the woollen wrap, curled in picturesque disorder round her face. The Baronet advanced to meet her, and then suddenly stopped. He did not even see Dakin in attendance as his pale face grew paler still, and his dry lips murmured: