At last, he got into a lane, but had not proceeded far when he was again alarmed by the sound of a horse's tread. " At the sound of his voice every vestige of colour fled from Winifred's cheeks, and the work upon which she was engaged fell from her hand. Still keeping ahead of his pursuers, he ran along the direct road, till the houses disappeared and he got into the open country. The waterman sheltered his mouth with his hand while he spoke, or his voice would have been carried away by the violence of the blast. “Well,” she said, “good-night, father. ’ Tears glistened in her eyes.
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