She said a word to
Lord George in anger, and Lord George answered her. "We were over the
river before it happened, and if we had given our eyes we couldn't have
got to her. Don't you make a fool of yourself!" The last words were spoken
in a whisper, but Lizzie's sharp ears caught them.
"I was obliged to do what I was told," said Lizzie apologetically.
"It will be all right, dear Lady Eustace. Sir Griffin is with her. I am so
glad you are going so well."
They were off again now, and the stupid fox absolutely went back across
the river. But, whether on one side or on the other, his struggle for life
was now in vain. Two years of happy, free existence amid the wilds of
Craigattan had been allowed him. Twice previously had he been "found," and
the kindly storm or not less beneficent brightness of the sun had enabled
him to baffle his pursuers. Now there had come one glorious day, and the
common lot of mortals must be his. A little spurt there was, back towards
his own home, just enough to give something of selectness to the few who
saw him fall, and then he fell. Among the few were Frank and Lord George
and our Lizzie.
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