An instant later the man emerged from his hiding-place, sprang upon
his cycle, and followed her. In all the broad landscape those
were the only moving figures, the graceful girl sitting very
straight upon her machine, and the man behind her bending low
over his handle-bar, with a curiously furtive suggestion in
every movement. She looked back at him and slowed her pace.
He slowed also. She stopped. He at once stopped too, keeping two
hundred yards behind her. Her next movement was as unexpected
as it was spirited. She suddenly whisked her wheels round and
dashed straight at him! He was as quick as she, however, and
darted off in desperate flight. Presently she came back up the
road again, her head haughtily in the air, not deigning to take
any further notice of her silent attendant. He had turned also,
and still kept his distance until the curve of the road hid them
from my sight.
I remained in my hiding-place, and it was well that I did so,
for presently the man reappeared cycling slowly back.
He turned in at the Hall gates and dismounted from his machine.
For some few minutes I could see him standing among the trees.
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