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The man whose work had taken him that evening to the summit of the

Druid's Mound, and whose tale roused the Castle Inn ten minutes later,

had seen aright. But he had not seen all. Had he waited another minute,

he would have marked a fresh actor appear at Manton Corner, would have

witnessed the dénouement of the scene, and had that to tell when he

descended, which must have allayed in a degree, not only the general

alarm, but Sir George's private apprehensions.

It is when the mind is braced to meet a known emergency that it falls

the easiest prey to the unexpected. Julia was no coward. But as she

loitered along the lane beyond Préshute churchyard in the gentle hour

before sunset, her whole being was set on the coming of the lover for

whom she waited.

As she thought over the avowal she would make to him,

and conned the words she would speak to him, the girl's cheeks, though

she believed herself alone, burned with happy blushes; her breath came

more quickly, her body swayed involuntarily in the direction whence he,

who had chosen and honoured her, would come! The soft glow which

overspread the heights, as the sun went down and left the vale to peace

and rest, was not more real or more pure than the happiness that

thrilled her. Her heart overflowed in a tender ecstasy, as she thanked

God, and her lover. In the peace that lay around her, she who had

flouted Sir George, not once or twice, who had mocked and tormented

him, in fancy kissed his feet.

In such a mood as this she had neither eyes nor ears for aught but the

coming of her lover. When she reached the corner, jealous that none but

he should see the happy shining of her eyes--nor he until he stood

beside her--she turned to walk back; in a luxury of anticipation. Her

lot was wonderful to her. She sang in her heart that she was blessed

among women.

And then, without the least warning, the grating of a stone even, or the

sound of a footstep, a violent grip encircled her waist from behind;

something thick, rough, suffocating, fell on her head and eyes,

enveloped and blinded her. The shock of the surprise was so great that

for a moment breath and even the instinct of resistance failed her; and

she had been forced several steps, in what direction she had no idea,

before sense and horror awoke together, and wresting herself, by the

supreme effort of an active girl, from the grasp that confined her, she

freed her mouth sufficiently to scream.

Twice and shrilly; then, before she could entirely rid her head of the

folds that blinded her, a remorseless grip closed on her neck, and

another round her waist; and choking and terrified, vainly struggling

and fighting, she felt herself pushed along. Coarse voices, imprecating

vengeance on her if she screamed, again, sounded in her ears: and then

for a moment her course was stayed. She fancied that she heard a shout,

the rush and scramble of feet in the road, new curses and imprecations.

The grasp on her waist relaxed, and seizing her opportunity she strove

with the strength of despair to wrest herself from the hands that still

held the covering over her head. Instead, she felt herself lifted up,

something struck her sharply on the knee; the next moment she fell

violently and all huddled up on--it might have been the ground, for all

she knew; it really was the seat of a carriage.