“Oh, my dear!” she cried, and suddenly flung herself, kneeling, into her husband’s arms. He's passed through some rough mental torture. ‘What do you do here?’ demanded the young lady, moving to meet him. ” The strain in her face was visible as she tried to remember. The young man was mollified by her sympathy, and flattered by the obvious attempts of several of the other guests to draw him into conversation. He was entranced as she walked towards him. He reached out a hand gropingly, sagged, and toppled out of the chair to the floor, where he lay very still. They did not speak until he had driven past town limits and were on the highway. She turned with an effort. He was caked with dried muck. Feels as if I’ve been dashing back and forth about the whole country, if you want to know.
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