” “We’ve come past it, miss,” the man answered, with a note of finality in his gruff voice. His gaze dropped to the black garment that covered her. She had a horrible glimpse of the once nice little old lady being also borne stationward, still faintly battling and very muddy—one lock of grayish hair straggling over her neck, her face scared, white, but triumphant. Her aunt had secretly sent on to Ann Veronica some new warm underclothing, a dozen pairs of stockings, and her last winter’s jacket, but the dear lady had overlooked those boots. The old man Pottiswick, still grumbling, much to Melusine’s disgust, had gone on his errand to his daughter’s house some two miles distant. She sat in a chair in the parlour and regarded the darkening sky through the small casement window. ‘Yes, but I’m probably chasing moonbeams. There was, in fact, only one clear thought in his fevered brain: he had reached the hotel without falling down.
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