It was just the kind of thing he would have expected from a girl of
Arithelli's type,--to go about dropping letters. She had not method
enough even to put on her clothes decently; they always looked as if
they were falling off, and her hair as if it was coming down.
_Sapristi_! A fine agent for the Cause! and one fit to be trusted with
important documents.
Poleski must have been quite mad when he suggested introducing her to
the Brotherhood, and he himself deserved even more blame for having as
much as listened to the suggestion.
A girl of that age, picked up from nowhere, and like the rest of her
sex a mass of lies and vanity.
He held the lantern above his head, and peered round. Surely they had
not been so utterly insane as to have attempted to escape to-night?
All the horses and mules were there safe enough, and obviously they
would not attempt to walk.
He strode towards the door, meeting them on the threshold, and in spite
of himself could not help being impressed by the uncanny likeness
between the two, in form and outline.
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