Unwinding the boot lace, I spread out the paper and read the
following words, scrawled in pencil:
Hi the to the Blasted Oke and all will be forgiven. Come back to
your luving frends and bigones shall be bigones. Look to the hole
in the trunk there of.
Sined,
ROBIN, Outlaw and Knight.
P.S. I mean where i hid her stockings - you no.
I stood for some time with this truly mysterious document in my
hand, in two minds what to do about it; if I went, the chances were
that I should run against the Imp, and there would be a second
leave-taking, which in my present mood I had small taste for. On
the other hand, there was a possibility that something might have
transpired which I should do well to know.
And yet what more could transpire? Lisbeth had made her choice, my
dream was over, to-morrow I should return to London - and there was
an end of it all; still -
In this pitiful state of vacillation I remained for some time, but
in the end curiosity and a fugitive hope gained the day, and taking
my cap, I sallied forth.
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