Pretty well matched, horse and
driver--ha! ha! ha! If anything could get through the ice-storm to-night,
it was those two! Oh, yes, it had been snowing hard at Crystal for two
hours past.
So he rang off jauntily, fancying that Julian Bayne's presence was much
desired at some house-party or romantic elopement, or other lightsome
diversion in the upper country.
"How could I? How could I, Gladys?" Lillian said again and again, white,
wild-eyed, and haggard, so limp and nerveless that she could not have
reached the library had not the other ladies supported her between them,
half carrying her to her reclining chair. "You both think I was wrong,
don't you?" She looked up at them with agonized eyes, pleading for
reassurance.
"Well, dear, time is not an element of importance just now, it would
seem, to be considered against other disadvantages--so many weeks having
already passed. A day or two more would not have mattered," returned Mrs.
Marable, fatally candid.
Once again the blast drove against the windows with elemental frenzy,
shaking the sashes, that being hung loosely, rattled in their casings.
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