CHAPTER THE FOURTEENTH THE COLLAPSE OF THE PENITENT Part 1 Spring had held back that year until the dawn of May, and then spring and summer came with a rush together. They sat down in a covered pavilion that housed a grimy picnic table and a dingy fire pit. ’ ‘Oh, that tragic pair,’ uttered her ladyship in saddened tones. “Don’t you know?” “Oh! I know—” “Well—” Her face was an unaccustomed pink. The shot had taken effect upon the waterman who rowed the chase.
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