His eye fell upon the white,
agony-stricken face, now in the full glare of the gas lamp.
Beatrice saw him turn, and understood her danger. "Oh, good-bye,
Geoffrey!" she murmured, for a second allowing her heart to go forth
towards him. Then realising what she had done, she dropped her veil,
and went swiftly. The gentleman called "Tom"--she never learnt his
name--stood for a moment dumbfounded, and at that instant Geoffrey
staggered, as though he had been struck by a shot, turned quite white,
and halted.
"Why," said his companion, "there is that lady again; we must have
passed quite close to her. She was looking after us, I saw her face in
the gaslight--and I never want to see such another."
Geoffrey seized him by the arm. "Where is she?" he asked, "and what was
she like?"
"She was there a second ago," he said, pointing to the pillar, "but I've
lost her now--I fancy she went towards the railway station, but I could
not see. Stop, is that she?" and he pointed to a tall person walking
towards the Abbey.
Quickly they moved to intercept her, but the result was not
satisfactory, and they retreated hastily from the object of their
attentions.
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