He’s riding down the drive. A thickly-set, sandy young man, with an
unwholesome complexion and grease-smooth hair, had entered the room. He—he has rather a poor opinion of his contemporaries. “I cannot say more. ”
There was a moment’s silence. “Agreed,” he said with queer exaltation, and
his grip tightened on her hand. I can vouch
for that. On that night,—that fatal night,—Winifred crushed all the hopes that were rising
in my heart. If you were ten years
younger, you'd have me wondering. She alone of them all knew that
he was on the first leg of the terrible journey to the beach. "
"It may be; but if it shortens the distance and lightens the journey, I care not,"
retorted the widow, who seemed by this reproach to be roused into sudden
eloquence. It was for ever.
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