The coachman having received his order, and being offered an extra fare if he drove quickly, set off at full speed. “What is the good of pretending?” she said. She heard his voice screaming her name into the twilight as she fled, his cries trailing like banners, weaving through the breeze that had begun to gently stir the dew on the ground. “I HAVE—had one or two talks with him, daddy. Besides, you've secrets which must not be disclosed. Sheppard. . "But don't wait for me, Sir Cecil. ” 174 < 21 > THANKSGIVING She padded softly up the old stairs, exhausted and elated. Think better of it.
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