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It was at this very instant Mistress Anne heard the footsteps once
more, and saw full well a figure in dark cloak and hat which stepped
quickly into the shade of a great tree. But more she saw--and
clapped her hand upon her mouth to stifle the cry that would have
otherwise risen in spite of her--that notwithstanding his fair locks
were thrust out of sight beneath his hat, and he looked strange and
almost uncomely, it was the face of Sir John Oxon, the moon,
bursting through the jagged clouds, had shone upon.
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