A Story of To-day 2/46 She called to the old donkey, and went faster down the hill, as if escaping from some overhanging peril, unseen. She saw Margret coming up the road. There was a phaeton behind Lois, and some horsemen: she jolted the cart off into the stones to let them pass, seeing Mr.Holmes's face in the carriage as she did so. He did not look at her; had his head turned towards the gray distance. The face hurt her: not fair, as Polston called it: vapid and cruel. |