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s this―hell” he said and they went back a hundred yards
the way they had comeuntil the fighting crowd was hidden. As they passed
the bend in the lane my brother saw the face of the dying man in the ditch
under the privetdeadly white and drawnand shining with perspiration. The
two women sat silentcrouching in their seat and shivering.
Then beyond the bend my brother stopped again. Miss Elphinstone was
white and paleand her sister-in-law sat [link widoczny dla zalogowanych][link widoczny dla zalogowanych]pingtoo wretched even to call
upon “George.” My brother was horrified and perplexed. So soon as they
had retreated he realised how urgent and unavoidable it was to attempt this
crossing. He turned to Miss Elphinstonesuddenly resolute.
“We must go that way” he saidand led the pony round again.
For the second time that day this girl proved her quality. To force their
way into the torrent of peoplemy brother plunged into the traffic and held
back a cab horsewhile she drove the pony across its head. A waggon locked
wheels for a moment and ripped a long splinter from the chaise. In another
moment they were caught and swept forward by the stream. My brother
with the cabman’s whip marks red across his face and handsscrambled into
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