Mrs. Bob: A Novel — page 191: what you’re looking at

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THE GHOST WALKS AT GORDON MANOR. 1838 ‘“The coach has stopped. Even if it had kept on the go all the time since we left it, there has been no chance of its getting beyond hearing distance under these conditions. Come on.”’ Once more they advance down the hill road on a run, with ears strained to catch any sounds ahead. Ah! that was very like the stamping of an impatient horse. Bob chuckles as he runs. A minute later, and they hear a voice ahead—a woman’s voice, and yet decided—firm. “Be careful, sir. Hold them in on your life, for if they go you do, too. Not another jump, not another yard shall we advance. You didn’t know Mrs. Bob Pemberton when you tried to run away with a poor lone woman,’’ says this ringing voice. Bob nearly bursts with pride. ‘‘Gentlemen, hear—that’s my wife!’’ he says, and the others join in his enthusiasm. CHAPTER XXII. THE GHOST WALKS AT’ GORDON MANOR. They reach the coach. Mrs. Bob greets their coming with some satisfac- tion, and sure enough they find her covering the re- bellious driver with just as much enthusiasm as she ever did a covey of quail. Gomicbookssco im