That was the glorious if
bewildering truth. The gale had become a hurricane: that
hurricane was the most terrible that ever laid waste our city. There was a time, long, long ago, when the tears would
have rushed to my eyes unbidden at the bare mention of generosity like yours,
Mr. I suppose this is the sort of damned rubbish—”
“Oh! Ssh, Peter!” cried Miss Stanley. And, incidentally, check on that unfortunate young
fellow Kimble. It was a look that accorded very well with the hayloft
setting that had come to mind. I’ll have to wait here, of course, which means you, Hilary—’
‘Will have to do tomorrow’s patrol. ’
‘Why the devil should you be interested, I should like to know?’ rejoined
Roding. You know the danger of this breakneck road as
well as I do.
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