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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 mbt shoeweepingtoo 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 The War of the yilai: ugg boots clearance On the Makaloa Mat LondonJack Published ccaahgov |
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