CHAPTER XII.
"Julia!" Maraton exclaimed.
"Aaron was run over just as he was starting," she explained quickly.
"He is not hurt badly, but he wasn't able to catch the train.

He had an important letter from Manchester and one from the committee for you.

We thought it best that I should bring them.

I hope we decided rightly." She was standing out of the circle of the lamplight, in the shadows of the room.

There was a queer nervousness about her manner, a strained anxiety in the way her eyes scarcely left his face, which puzzled him.
"It is very kind of you," he said, as he took the letters.