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Nell lay awake for hours, dwelling on the appearance of the horseman who had ridden by in the moonlight.
It seemed to her that it was impossible that she, of all persons in the world, could be mistaken; and yet how could Drake be here, and why should he be riding up the avenue of Anglemere at this time of night?