CHAPTER XXVIII.
A L'OUTRANCE.
Lizzie Pezzack had put Joey to bed and was smoothing his coverlet when she heard someone knocking.

She passed out into the front room and opened to the visitor.
On the doorstep stood a lady in deep black--Honoria.

Beyond the garden wall the lamps of her carriage blazed in the late twilight.
The turf had muffled the sound of wheels, but now the jingle of shaken bits came loud through the open door.
"Ah!" said Lizzie, drawing her breath back through her teeth.
"I must speak to you, please.

May I come in?
I have a question.

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