"
He broke into a short laugh. "Got them on the run, did you? Not very
formidable they were, you must admit. Shadows, I fancy. There is a large
mirror on the blank side of the dining-room opposite the door. Don't you
suppose it possible that you saw only your own moving reflection?"
Her pride was roused. The pulse of anger began to tint her face with a
dull crimson. "I should imagine I could distinguish my own reflection
from three men--rough-looking men with slouched hats, all running and
looking backward over their shoulders."
It had been a conscious effort to nerve herself for this protest in
defence of her poise and capacity, but at the mere recollection of the
scene she had conjured up anew she fell to trembling, looking very pale
again and as if she might faint.
"Well, it is no great matter, as the intruders were bluffed off," he said
suavely, putting the question aside. "I will send one of Briscoe's grooms
to investigate the premises. But now, suppose we go to the piazza, and
let you rest there and recover from the strain to your ankle.
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