Janice Meredith by Paul Leicester Ford
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Though he did not know it, the girl vacillated. "At least
I'm not frightened of Phil," was her thought. "Well," called the man more loudly, "art going to keep me here all night?" "Hush!" whispered Janice. "Thee'll wake--" "Belike I will," he retorted irritably. "And if they ask me what 's in the wind, they shall have the truth. Odd's life! I'm not a man to be fooled by a chit of a girl." "Oh, hush!" again she begged, more frightened at the prospect of her parents knowing than by any other possibility. "I'll come if you'll only be quiet." She took a small bundle, hurriedly stole downstairs, and passed out of the house. "Now ye've come to your senses," said the man. "Give me the bundle and your hand," he continued, and set out at a rapid pace across the lawn, having almost to drag the girl, her feet carried her so unwillingly. "Over with ye," he ordered, as they reached the stile at the corner, and when Janice descended she found two horses hitched to the fence and felt a little comforted by the mere presence of Daisy. She was quickly mounted, and they set off, the girl so helpless in her fright that Evatt had to hold her horse's bridle as well as his own. |
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