They're calling you a vile thing for stealing your sister's husband, and they're calling me a dog for what I'm doing.

No telling what they'll be saying if we don't step into the breach as soon as it is opened.

We can't afford to wait, no matter what Roxbury says when he comes.

We've just got to be able to forestall even dear old Roxbury.
Come! Don't you see?
We must be married at once." [Illustration: "'I _do_ love you,' she said simply."] "Dear me," she murmured softly, "what will papa say ?" "My dear Constance, I will explain it all to your father when he gets back from South America next winter." It was now raining in torrents.

They moved back into the darkest recess of their shelter, and blissfully looked out upon the drenched universe with eyes that saw nothing but sweet sunshine and fair weather.
The clattering of horses' hoofs upon the hard mountain road sounded suddenly above the hiss of the rain-storm.