Chapter 18 A MORNING RIDE

I had a sister, who among the race

Of gipsies was the fairest. Fair she was

In gentle blood, and gesture to her beauty.

Brome.

On quitting Lady Rookwood's chamber, Luke speeded along the gloomy corridor, descended the spiral stairs, and, swiftly traversing sundry other dark passages, issued from a door at the back of the house. Day was