I never thought much o' the
'power o' the Press,' as you call it, afore. But this has been a right
comfortable visit, and I'm glad I ketched you alone. But you understand
one thing: this yer visit, and WHO I am, is betwixt you and me only."
"Of course I must say that the advertisement was AUTHORIZED," returned
the editor. "I'm only the temporary editor. The proprietor is away."
"So much the better," said the lady complacently. "You just say you
found it on your desk with the money; but don't you give me away."
"I can promise you that the secret of your personal visit is safe with
me," said the young man, with a bow, as Mrs. Dimmidge rose. "Let me see
you to your horse," he added. "It's quite dark in the woods."
"I can see well enough alone, and it's just as well you shouldn't know
HOW I kem or HOW I went away. Enough for you to know that I'll be miles
away before that paper comes out. So stay where you are."
She pressed his hand frankly and firmly, gathered up her riding-skirt,
slipped backwards to the door, and the next moment rustled away into the
darkness.
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