"
"Perhaps I read of it somewhere. "Saved!"
"Ay, ay, it's all bob, my covey! You're safe enough, that's certain!" responded the
Minters, baying, yelping, leaping, and howling around him like a pack of hounds
when the huntsman is beating cover; "but, where are the lurchers?"
"Who?" asked Wood. Steeples toppled, and towers reeled beneath its
fury. Waving a white flag, naturally. But he was now too deeply moved to trace a certain
unsatisfactoriness to its source in a mixture of metaphors. All her life Martha
had been there. Those awful chairs!"
After dinner the spinsters proceeded to inscribe their accustomed quota of
postcards, and Ruth was left to herself.
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