The Craze of Christina — page 187: what you’re looking at

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The Craze of Christina. 183 He felt like a man who has escaped a great — danger, and who is still dazed and stunned with the shock of what might have been. But at ~ ‘least he would save his money. ; He shouldered his portmanteau and had already turned towards the door in order to _ tramp down the hill again to the station, when a volce—a woman’s voice—an Englishwoman’s voice—called to him from the staircase at his back: ““Mr. Clifford! Mr. Clifford! don’t go away, ‘stop a minute, stop!”’ He stopped and turned; the voice was not Christina’s, but in some way it reminded him of her voice. He saw a slight young lady running down the staircase towards him. She was not beautiful like Christina, for she was small and pale and delicate looking, yet somehow she was like her. “Oh, Mr. Clifford, please don’t go away, we want you so dreadfully badly !’’ ““We?’’ he repeated blankly. ‘Yes, Christina and I; I am Christina’s sister.” ‘‘Christina’s sister?’’ he repeated again, stupidly. ‘“‘Yes,[ am Ella. Did you notread her note?”’ He glanced ruefully down at the torn morsels CoOMmicooolkkSssconn