The Craze of Christina — page 173: what you’re looking at

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The Craze of Christina. 169 lettre que cette dame Anglaise nous a confié? Vot’ nom est Cleefforde, m’sieur?”’ Chris waited to hear no more. She fled back to the sitting-room. ‘“‘Quick, quick!’’ she cried; ‘let us be off: He is reading my letter; we must catch that train.”’ In a very few seconds the whole party were ont of the house by the garden gate scrambling into the fly. The cochér was told to drive fast, and with a noisy cracking of the long whip the vehicle swung round the corner and was soon at full gallop towards the town station, where the travelers were in time, and only just in time, to catch the Paris train that was steam- ing slowly in from the harbor station. And meanwhile Clifford was sitting discon- solately in the hall at the hotel, reading the letter that his runaway love had left for him. He read: ‘Drak Mr. Oxirrorp: Time and absence from you have caused me to think things seri- - ously over. I cannot believe that you are in earnest; it is too much to suppose that your heart can be really touched after our very short acquaintance. I am leaving Calais imme- diately, as I have a strong desire to see more of this country. lam at present uncertain of my destination, but in the very improbable event of Comichooksico