She had first picked up the fiddle back when
it was still called a viol, that was how long she had been at
it. Earles threw down his pen with a little exclamation. Secretly she was gratified to be
assigned to the rôle of an old traveller. Ever since he came here, three months ago, he has been the life and soul of
the place; and now the death warrant has arrived, instead of being cast down, as
most men would be, and as all others are, he's gayer than ever. She was not squeamish—although the sight
of the sergeant’s ominous preparations had severely tried her fortitude—but
Kimble’s white face plagued her conscience. They
had a universe to talk about—two universes. And she did not
merely affect to be driven—she felt driven. They then clambered over a hedge, and scaling another wall, got into the garden
at the back of the house. “Well, my girl, I wish you had thought
about all these things before these bothers began. She wrote it down.
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