. “I’m going for a long tramp, auntie,” she said. She even had books by H. ‘Oh, my God, she’s gone!’ Wrenching his hand from his friend’s slackened grasp, he darted for the door, Roding behind him. With this view, he hurried to the spot where he had left the post-chaise, and found it drawn up at the road-side, the postilion dismounted, and in charge of a couple of farming-men. McClintock will be tuning up the piano to-day. ‘Sit down, won’t you?’ He crossed back to Roding and said low-voiced.
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