She and Courtlaw drove homewards together. She fixed her eyes upon it and ran, keeping always as far as possible in the shadow of the hedge, gazing fearfully every now and then down along the valley for the white smoke of the train. “Perhaps. "There he is!" cried Winifred, starting up, joyfully, and proving by the exclamation that her thoughts were dwelling upon one subject only. "First take the child," cried Darrell, holding up the infant, and clinging to the oar with a dying effort.
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