She had thought of the lawyer who conducted the Remenham business, but she knew not where to find him. The wheel and the navigating instruments were sternward, under a spread of heavy canvas, a protection against rain and sun. On the right, stood a bulky figure, with a broken rattle hanging out of his great-coat pocket, who held up a lantern to his battered countenance to prove to the spectators that both his orbs of vision were darkened: on the left, a meagre constable had divested himself of his shirt, to bind up with greater convenience a gaping cut in the arm. You never can go back. I am aware that you ran away from there, but—’ ‘Certainly I ran away,’ she said, meeting his gaze with defiance in her own.
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