As soon as Blueskin was removed, Wild intimated his intention of visiting the Castle. A young man, who had been spending the last hour walking up and down on the opposite side of the way, came quickly over to her. It began to rain, a cold sweat of precipitation that was more sickly than refreshing. ‘One of your countrymen, perhaps?’ The girl clammed up, the moon of her white face staring up at him in the darkness. “Hainault was Celeste’s friend, and Celeste was Annabel’s enemy,” Courtlaw said. “We sent for you several hours ago,” he remarked. “I feared we might have a fog. The van started with a jerk and rumbled on its way.
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