Out of the Past — page 156: what you’re looking at

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Out of the Past. 153 you. I want to see you away from here safely.” She pat- ted his hand with a swift, dreamy smile. “Then we will go. Order it as you like, dear.” Winds were beating at the shutters; the rattle of whirl- ine sand came from the fretted glass. Doors banged as Basquenet ran to the summer-house to save the flowers swinging wildly in its alcoves. “There!” exclaimed Rose. “Do you hear the carriage? Isn’t it a shivery sound ?” “Gruesome, I confess.” “That is the way it rumbled all night when you were on trial. It really frightened me.” “IT do not wonder. It sounds so like it that 3 “Don’t go out, dear. There is nothing there. A high wind blew then as now.” “T rather like it. It was the next day that you chal- lenged me on the sands to a race among the pools—and I had no overshoes, only the thin evening wear I used the night before. The fact is, I spent most of the night in the forest, trying to find my way out. On returning to the city I just had time for a bath before catching the train. What a nightmare it was—and what an awaken- ing “There it goes, off over the downs toward the penin- 4°? sula. It sounds like a coach of the eighteenth century. CONMICLOOOKS