"I've felt since you
came yesterday that I'd seen you before, but mamma says that's impossible.
You don't remember me?"
"I didn't remember you," he said.
"I wish I were going for a ride, too, in the moonlight. I mean mamma and I
and you. You ride as well as you drive, of course."
"I wish you were going with me," he replied.--He suddenly reached down his
hand. "Good-night" Her hand was swallowed in his firm clasp for a moment
"God bless you, dear!" he added, then raised his hat quickly and was gone.
"I must have reminded him of some one," the girl said to herself. "He
said, 'God bless you, dear!'"
About that time Mrs. Detlor received a telegram from the doctor of a
London hospital. It ran:
Your husband here. Was badly injured in a channel collision last
night. Wishes to see you.
There was a train leaving for London a half hour later. She made ready
hastily, inclosed the telegram in an envelope addressed to George Hagar,
and, when she was starting, sent it over to his rooms. When he received
it, he caught up a time table, saw that a train would leave in a few
minutes, ran out, but could not get a cab quickly, and arrived at the
station only to see the train drawing away. "Perhaps it is better so," he
said, "for her sake.
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