13/43 He thought perhaps Schneidekoupon could have thrown light on the subject. The long dusk had become darkness before she heard the clatter of hoofs on the asphalt pavement, and she went down to the door to scold them for their delay. Sybil only laughed at her, and said it was all Mr.Carrington's fault: he had lost his way, and she had been forced to find it for him. Carrington's work was completed and he was ready to start on his journey. |