<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_239" id="Page_239">[Pg 239]</SPAN></span></p>
<h2><span> </span> <span>XLIX.</span></h2>
<p>It was some minutes after the footsteps of the Angel had died away in
the distance that Gotch raised himself on his hand. "By Jove!" he said.
"Crump's right."</p>
<p>"Cut at the head, too!"</p>
<p>He put his hand to his face and felt the two weals running across it,
hot and fat. "I'll think twice before I lift my hand against a lunatic
again," said Sir John Gotch.</p>
<p>"He may be a person of weak intellect, but I'm damned if he hasn't a
pretty strong arm. <i>Phew!</i> He's cut a bit clean off the top of my ear
with that infernal lash."</p>
<p>"That infernal horse will go galloping to the house in the approved
dramatic style. Little Madam'll be scared out of her wits. And I ... I
shall have to explain how it<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_240" id="Page_240">[Pg 240]</SPAN></span> all happened. While she vivisects me with
questions.</p>
<p>"I'm a jolly good mind to have spring guns and man-traps put in this
preserve. Confound the Law!"</p>
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