Wot of it?"
Robin's head came through the window.
"What do you want?"
"Some one is coming out here to meet you, sir. Do not drive up to the
doors. Those are the orders. You are to wait here, if you please."
Then the man shot away into the darkness, leaving the wayfarers
mystified by his words and action.
"Wot am I to do, sir?" inquired Hobbs. "Most hextraordinary orders,
and who the deuce is behind them, that's wot I'd like to know."
"We'll wait here, Hobbs," said Robin, and then put his hand suddenly
to his heart. It was acting very queerly. For a moment he thought it
was in danger of pounding its way out of his body!
Below him lay the lighted city, a great yellow cloud almost at his
feet. Nearer, on the mountain-side were the misty lights in the
windows of dwellers on the slope, and at points far apart the street
lamps, dim splashes of light in the gloom. Far above were the almost
obscured lights of St. Valentine, hanging in the sky. He thought of
the monks up there. What a life! He would not be a monk, not he.
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