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"Mr. Maurice! God, sir, what does this mean?" he cried, aghast with sudden horror.,"Round at your stables with my groom. I brought him over with me.","For certain reasons!" said Sarby, evasively.,"What does it matter if we do miss the train?" she insisted. "We can take the early one in the morning. We'll be home almost as soon.",The wind, driving furiously from the west, flung the clouds before it—great sullen masses of flying gray vapor that now broke into drenching torrents, shaking the barn and tearing at the casements. In a moment the place was dark with its roar and the rumble of coming fury undertoned the shrill screams of the greedy tempest wind.,Elinor blushed and laughed. "I can't, usually," she said, gayly. "It is the Victory that did it. She must have handed down some of the thoughts of the old Greek that carved her out of the white marble under that blue, blue sky of ancient days.","De debble-stick! Whar is it?","But I assure you, David, the handkerchief is hers.","I did not, however, Jaggard. I fell asleep in the library, after Mr. Sarby had gone to bed; and, of course, I had every confidence in you.","I guessed as much," said the major once more.,"That is beyond my powers.","I think it's in the basement," said Elinor dubiously, "but I don't believe we can buy things there. We'd have to go out, anyway, I'm afraid.".