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Updated: September 17, 2025
"I'd give my head to know what she expects of me," thought Windomshire miserably. "How I despise that old woman!" welled up in Eleanor's bitter heart. Everything was awry. Luckily for both of them a small boy slipped into the river at that moment. He was rescued by the brakeman, but not until the catastrophe had served its purpose as a godsend.
Windomshire is not a despised enemy. He's a VERY nice man, Mr. Derby," she interrupted. "Certainly, Miss Thursdale. What I meant to say was, that he was morally sure of preventing the wedding if he could only keep you far enough apart. Now that is probably what he has done. You can't marry Joe in Omegon or anywhere else unless he is there and not in Fenlock." "I see.
I'll get Eleanor there if I have to kill that Van Truder woman. Now, whom shall we have as the second witness?" "Windomshire, I'm afraid," lamented Derby. "You won't be able to get rid of him." "Hang him!" groaned Dauntless, his spirits falling, but instantly reviving. "But he's dead in love with Miss Courtenay. It's pitiful, old man.
"I take it," interposed Mr. Derby, with rare tact and discernment, "that both of you expect to be married, but not to each other as originally planned." Both Eleanor and Windomshire signified eager affirmation in more ways than one. "Then it seems to me a simple case of coincidence, which may be explained later on. Why discuss it now?
"Wha what is he doing out here in a machine?" she was whispering wildly. "He is pursuing us! He has found out!" In the other car Windomshire for it was the tall Englishman was hoarsely whispering to some one beside him: "It's Dauntless! Hang him! What's he doing here?" Then followed a hurried scuffling and subdued whispers.
There's a light down the road. Let's step out of sight just for a moment." Windomshire sneezed again, as if to accelerate the movements of the two men. "Hang it all!" he gurgled in despair. Mr. Derby had blinded his lantern and was hurrying off into the grove with his companion. "I can't help laughing, Harry," whispered Anne, giggling softly. "You sneeze like an elephant."
The man who was going to marry Miss Thursdale and the man who wanted to marry her were advancing to shake hands a trifle awkwardly, perhaps, but more or less frankly. "Rough weather for motoring," remarked Dauntless, nervously. Windomshire removed his cap and goggles. "Beastly. I just ran over for something to warm the inside man. Won't you join me?"
It's rather exposed here, don't you know. Later on, if you please. Thanks, old man; I'll not forget this." They shook hands without any apparent excuse. "Mr. Windomshire!" called Mrs. Van Truder. He turned with a hopeless look in his eyes. The two girls had misery and consternation plainly stamped in their faces. "We can't all go over in the next boats, you know.
Windomshire? I can't be mistaken." "Yes, she's going out to spend a few weeks with a rich aunt, her sister's mother, I think." "How's that?" gasped the old lady. "I mean her mother's sister." "It sounded very strange, my dear." "About the mother having a sister?" guessed old Mr. Van Truder, sharply. "Seems all right to me."
Thursdale to intercept him in his flight with the governess. "Damn your impudence!" "Stand aside, Windomshire," exclaimed Joe, white with anger and dread. "I'm going to find her. What have you done with her?" "You sha'n't interfere, Dauntless," cried Windomshire, squaring himself. "She's going to be my wife, and " "I guess NOT! Get out of my way, or "
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