The rain was pouring.

I suppose that was why she went.

In a moment the coachman had whipped up the horses, and they were off like a flash." Miriam paused.

Mr.Ingelow sat staring at her with a face of pale amaze.
"It sounds like a scene from a melodrama.

And Miss Dane has not returned since ?" "No; and the household on Fifth Avenue are at their wits' end to comprehend it." "And so am I," said the artist.