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jnged at a chess-table -within ear-shot, I was able, while
sidering the next move of my queen, to catch their dialogue.
Am I right," said Grant, "in supposing
that the drive to-
, by Baker's Bit, was not altogether pleasant ?"
lie looked
"
at him. Has Edward told you ?" she said ;
i, after a moment, " I don't want Mary to hear about it ;
the pony backed ; it's a horrid place, we were all but fall-
Was there really danger ?" he inquired.
Yes," she replied ; "the left wheel must have been over;
>n't know how much Edward saw, but I could see clear
n the cliff, two hundred feet to the bottom."
A terrible moment,"
said the duke.
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" I have known such
ay life; they condense into a second the sensations of years. "
They do, indeed," said Florence, "and they clear away
iy clouds." Then she was silent, but it was a silence that
tned to indicate that there was something more she half ded
to say. Grant did not hurry her he held his ; tongue,
gave her time to gather up her courage and at last she
;
nd her voice, but it was a very husky one. "I remembered
r words; I shall never forget them. It is all confusion now,
they will lead me somewhere, I don't yet know where.
y this I want to say : When I looked down that precipice,
It that He u