“Dare!” she said. She had tried him as a Crusader, in which guise he seemed plausible but heavy—“There IS something heavy about him; I wonder if it’s his mustache?”—and as a Hussar, which made him preposterous, and as a Black Brunswicker, which was better, and as an Arab sheik. The fatal shower, from which he and his little charge escaped uninjured, had stricken his assailant and precipitated him into the boiling gulf. He flung himself backwards, hit the dais and fell heavily before the altar, losing his low-crowned beaver. Drenched to the skin,—in fact, he had been lying in a bed of muddy water,—and chilled to the very bone, he felt so stiff, that he could scarcely move. Wood. The question ceased to be a tea-table talk, and became suddenly tragically real for Ann Veronica. "If you loiter in this way, old Wood will catch us.
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