She seized Mr.Pepper by the lapel of his Sunday coat and shook him.
"Grace Van Horne!" she cried.

"Mr.Ellery meets Grace Van Horne on Sunday afternoons?
Where ?" "Down in them pines back of Peters's pastur', on the aidge of the bank over the beach.

He's met her there every Sunday for the last six weeks--longer, for what I know.

I've watched 'em." "You HAVE?
YOU have! You've dared to spy on--I think you're lyin' to me.
I don't believe it." "I ain't lyin'! It's so.

I'll bet you anything they're there now, walkin' up and down and talkin'.