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She runs quickly across the meadow, and within it, under shelter of the hedge, near a half-open gate, stands Mrs Griffith Jenkins. 'Where is Howel? asks Netta hastily. 'He did write yesterday to say he 'ould bring the carriage from Swansea to meet us at Tynewydd, and he was sure to be there by six o'clock, 'Let us make haste then, Aunt 'Lisbeth. Why didn't he come here himself?
'Come you, Netta, fach! He'll be here by now. Read you the letter. Netta pauses a moment to read a letter held out to her by Mrs Jenkins. It runs thus: 'I can't be with you to-day. Meet Netta at the appointed place, and walk to Tynewydd. I will be there with a carriage by six o'clock. Yours, H.J.
They walk on for about a quarter of a mile, when carriage wheels are distinctly heard, and in a few moments a fly and pair is distinctly seen coming at great speed. The driver would have passed them, but Mrs Jenkins calls out, 'A gentleman for Tynewydd inside? Upon which he pulls up. Howel is out of the fly, and Netta lifted in before she knows what she is about.
'See you, Netta, it isn't six yet. Mrs Jenkins pulls out a large gold watch, which, while Netta was running on, she has managed to put back half-an-hour. 'Five-and-twenty minutes to six, see you. Netta turns again and hurries on. 'There is Jones Tynewydd. If he should see me, says Netta. 'Do make haste, Aunt 'Lisbeth.
'We are near by now, Netta, fach. Come you! The little woman quickened her pace into a short run to keep up with Netta. 'Here's the turnpike; we'll be at Tynewydd 'rectly. 'I see Tynewydd, says Netta, straining her eyes to catch sight of some object far down the road; 'there is no carriage I am sure there is none. Cousin Howel ought to be ashamed of himself.
Gladys returned to her mistress, who had become more quiet, and was trying to persuade Mr Prothero to go after the fugitives. 'Mr Owen is gone, ma'am, said Gladys, 'and Mr Jones, of Tynewydd, saw Miss Netta this morning with Mrs Griffith Jenkins, and they got into a carriage together. 'Thank God that 'Lizbeth was with her, said Mrs Prothero.
Netta runs on very fast, leaving Mrs Jenkins far behind, until she reaches the turning to a lane that leads to a little farm called 'Tynewydd. She bursts out crying, and stamps her foot as she exclaims, 'Does he think he's going to do what he likes with me because he's rich? I'll tell him he shall wait for me, I will! Hereupon she turns back and runs faster than before towards Mrs Jenkins.
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