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Updated: June 4, 2025
"You've been frousting too much. I'm glad I came. The car's outside, and we'll run down to Kingston, take a skiff and pull up to Molesey." The river! Young Cargill felt the blood singing in his ears. "I'm afraid I can't manage it. I I've got an appointment this afternoon," he stammered. Stranack perceived that he was lying, and wondered.
Leaning out, when about to cross Oxford Street into Tottenham Court Road, he said to his driver: "Turn sharp to the right in Store Street, and pull up. I'll tell you when to go on again." The man obeyed. Theydon posted himself at the outer window, and in a space of time so short that the excellence of the gray car's accelerator was amply demonstrated, the pursuer swung into sight.
The ostler, leaving Dick with his detached horses, hurried bandily to shift a farmer's gig, drawn up and abandoned in front of the porch. Dick caught one glimpse of the car's driver, and took his wheelers by their bridles. "Hey, lass!" he said. "Move tha legs a bit, now, an' lead Tod into staable."
When, at some jolt, the young man's arm touched hers as if by accident, she only thought: 'If that were Jon's arm! When his cheerful voice, tempered by her proximity, murmured above the sound of the car's progress, she smiled and answered, thinking: 'If that were Jon's voice! and when once he said: "Fleur, you look a perfect angel in that dress!" she answered: "Oh, do you like it?" thinking: 'If only Jon could see it!
Dick will be here in a minute. May I call up the garage and ask them to send the car around? I'm dying for a ride. We can go over to South Hadley and get the twins, if you'd like. I'm sure they must have had enough of Mt. Holyoke by this time." "Car's out of commission," grunted Ted from behind his sporting sheet. "Out of commission? Since when?" inquired Doctor Holiday.
The car's going down to meet her at the ferry about ten o'clock." He departed in a very unpleasant frame of mind. This was laying it on a bit thick, he complained. If she thought she could treat him in this cavalier fashion she'd soon find out where she "got off." What business had she, anyhow, over at the Vicks? All the old women in the neighbourhood would be there to An idea struck him suddenly.
He went to the house, stepping gingerly from grass patch to grass patch, avoiding the puddles between them. He found bread, jars of preserves and cans of food. He inspected the lane. The car's tracks had been washed out. He nodded to himself. He went back to the barn. There was still only dusky half-light. He pulled the doors almost shut behind him, leaving only a four-inch gap to see through.
"No business success of yours could surprise me," said the Duke blandly, with a faint, ironical smile. M. Gournay-Martin's little pig's eyes danced and sparkled; and the smiles flowed over the distended skin of his face like little ripples over a stagnant pool, reluctantly. It seemed to be too tightly stretched for smiles. "The car's four years old," he said joyfully.
The door opened suddenly and Rosamund's pretty head appeared: "There's a message come through saying that your car's all right, and that it will be along in about an hour," she exclaimed joyfully. To Rosamund, Godfrey Radmore was in very truth a stranger, and a very attractive stranger at that.
Still, it was that or nothing. "Dear Mr. Logan," she began, more illegibly than she knew because of the car's motion, "I am so sorry that I have not been able to tell you in advance that I couldn't take tea with you. But Mr. Ellison has taken me away rather suddenly. He had to go to Canada to take a position. We hope we will see you when we get back."
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