He shuddered at the prospect of becoming one of Curll's slaves to some of whom he paid a mere pittance and who were sunk so low they had no alternative but to do his bidding.
Meanwhile the second man had thrust his arm within Vane's and had led him along a few paces, when suddenly the imprisoned arm was withdrawn and Vane pulled himself up.

He had caught sight of a Nithsdale cloak with the face he had been dreaming about all day peeping from beneath the hood.
"Jarvis--Compton--let me go," he exclaimed, "another time." He violently wrenched himself free.

They followed his eyes and instinctively guessed the reason of his objection.

The figure in the cloak had turned but there was an unmistakeable suggestion of lingering in her attitude.
"Man alive," laughed Jarvis, "your argument's unanswerable.

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