9/27 "Is thee seeking shelter from the storm ?" she asked tremulously, and with her cheeks as pink as a seashell. "Will thee sit here with us? She had been running,--running more swiftly than for a thousand May Day guineas. Even now, though her breath came short, every line of her slender figure was tense, and she was ready to be off like an arrow. "You are Mr.Haward's friend ?" she cried. |