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Lewis Rand

CHAPTER VI
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But--I will see if I can find a place for one small spray." She sat down upon a fallen tree, took her round chin into her hand, and studied the point of her morocco shoe, while her cavalier, not without detriment to his pumps and silk stockings, scrambled up the red bank to the rosy flowers.
The honeysuckles did not grow upon the main road, but upon a rough and narrow cross-country track, little used except by horsemen pressed for time.

Now, clear through the still afternoon, a sound of hoofs gave warning that riders were coming down the steep and dangerous hill beyond the turn.

Unity looked up with interest, and Fairfax Cary paused with his hand upon a coral bough.

Suddenly there was a change in the beat, then a frightened shout, and a sound of rolling stones and a wild clatter of hoofs.

Unity sprang to her feet; Cary came down the bank at a run, tossed her his armful of blossoms, and was in the middle of the road in time to seize by the bridle the riderless horse which came plunging around the bend.
Fairfax Cary was strong, the black horse not quite mad with terror, and the man mastered the brute.


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