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At
the
sound
of
Miles
's
voice
the
woman
had
started
slightly
,
and
her
cheeks
had
flushed
;
she
was
trembling
now
.
She
stood
still
,
during
an
impressive
pause
of
several
moments
;
then
slowly
lifted
up
her
head
and
looked
into
Hendon
's
eyes
with
a
stony
and
frightened
gaze
;
the
blood
sank
out
of
her
face
,
drop
by
drop
,
till
nothing
remained
but
the
grey
pallor
of
death
;
then
she
said
,
in
a
voice
as
dead
as
the
face
,
"
I
know
him
not
!
"
and
turned
,
with
a
moan
and
a
stifled
sob
,
and
tottered
out
of
the
room
.
Miles
Hendon
sank
into
a
chair
and
covered
his
face
with
his
hands
.
After
a
pause
,
his
brother
said
to
the
servants
--
"
You
have
observed
him
.
Do
you
know
him
?
"
They
shook
their
heads
;
then
the
master
said
--
"
The
servants
know
you
not
,
sir
.
I
fear
there
is
some
mistake
.
You
have
seen
that
my
wife
knew
you
not
.
"
"
Thy
wife
!
"
In
an
instant
Hugh
was
pinned
to
the
wall
,
with
an
iron
grip
about
his
throat
.
"
Oh
,
thou
fox-hearted
slave
,
I
see
it
all
!
Thou
's
t
writ
the
lying
letter
thyself
,
and
my
stolen
bride
and
goods
are
its
fruit
.
There
--
now
get
thee
gone
,
lest
I
shame
mine
honourable
soldiership
with
the
slaying
of
so
pitiful
a
mannikin
!
"
Hugh
,
red-faced
,
and
almost
suffocated
,
reeled
to
the
nearest
chair
,
and
commanded
the
servants
to
seize
and
bind
the
murderous
stranger
.
They
hesitated
,
and
one
of
them
said
--
"
He
is
armed
,
Sir
Hugh
,
and
we
are
weaponless
.
"
"
Armed
!
What
of
it
,
and
ye
so
many
?
Upon
him
,
I
say
!
"
But
Miles
warned
them
to
be
careful
what
they
did
,
and
added
--
