Past her shot the little old lady in the bonnet, running incredibly fast, but
otherwise still alertly respectable, and she was making a strange threatening
sound as she ran, such as one would use in driving ducks out of a garden—“B-rr-r-r-r—!” and pawing with black-gloved hands. Had romance to be
banished from life?. "
"I don't know," said the doctor, dubiously. The crowd
dispersed in different directions, and most fortunately a heavy shower coming
on, put them altogether to flight. But a middle-aged man like Ramage ought to know
better than to draw out a girl, the daughter of a friend and neighbor. Was there anything he could do!
"No, Hoddy; nothing. But she did not speak. It
was a motor accident—a fatal motor accident the evening papers called it. He carried her in his arms up
the steps, like a bride on her honeymoon. To-night there seemed to be a new brilliancy in her eyes, a deeper quality
in her tone. I've told you about him; and you wrote a
shrewd yarn on the subject. Sheppard remained dissolved in tears. There was the cottage she had
inhabited for so many years,—in those fields she had rambled,—at that church
she had prayed. . "
"Come, lad; let's have it," said McClintock.
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