"Maybe so," said Raymond, "but I would do anything rather than leave
her mother in the distress you take so easily."
"Besides, there's every chance of her being taken to that low
public-house," said Cecil. "One that Mr. Poynsett would not allow
our servants to go to during the bazaar, though it is close to the
town-hall, and all the others did."
"Let us hope that early influence may prevent contamination,"
solemnly said the friend.
Cecil turned from him. "I still hope she may be at home," she said;
"it is getting very chill and foggy. Raymond, I hope you may not
have to go."
"You must lie down and get thoroughly rested," he said, as he helped
her out; and only waiting to equip himself for the evening dance, he
hurried to the stables to expedite the harnessing of the powerful
and fiery steed which had as yet been only experimentally driven by
himself and the coachman.
Rosamond was watching, and when King Coal was with difficulty pulled
up, she made but one spring to the seat of the dog-cart; and Julius,
who was tucking in the rug, had to leap back to save his foot, so
instantaneous was the dash forward.
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