“Okay. "Was that thunder?" he faltered, as a terrible clap was heard overhead. You love Ennison. Lucy stared at the girl for a long ten seconds, and then looked away. She walked with an easy quickness down the Avenue and through the proletarian portion of Morningside Park, and crossing these fields came into a pretty overhung lane that led toward Caddington and the Downs. Gazing into each other's eyes with new-found rapture, neither observed the sudden appearance in the doorway of an elderly woman in travel-stained linen. CHAPTER XIV.
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