The white rose . e laughers. The lady who drove it immedi- A cats-paw. 93 ately lashed her ponies into a gallop, bowing herhead low over her hands as if in pain. Gerard sprang to his feet. Did you see that carriage, Miss Draper ? heexclaimed hurriedly. Had it a pair of cream-coloured ponies ? Cream-coloured ponies I repeated Fanny, inno-cently. I believe they was. I think as it wereMiss TVelby, from Marston Rectory. His violent start had broken the casting-line, andhe was free. Like a deer, he sprang off in pursuitof the carriage, running at top-speed for nearly aquarter of a mile. But the cre
The white rose . e laughers. The lady who drove it immedi- A cats-paw. 93 ately lashed her ponies into a gallop, bowing herhead low over her hands as if in pain. Gerard sprang to his feet. Did you see that carriage, Miss Draper ? heexclaimed hurriedly. Had it a pair of cream-coloured ponies ? Cream-coloured ponies I repeated Fanny, inno-cently. I believe they was. I think as it wereMiss TVelby, from Marston Rectory. His violent start had broken the casting-line, andhe was free. Like a deer, he sprang off in pursuitof the carriage, running at top-speed for nearly aquarter of a mile. But the cream-coloured pcnieswere in good condition and well-bred,—with a soreand jealous heart immediately behind them, whichcontrolled, moreover, a serviceable could never overtake them, but laid himselfdown panting and exhausted on the grass by theroad-side, after a two-mile chase. When Gerard went back for his rod, Miss Draperwas gone; but he had no heart for any more fishingthe rest of that CHAPTER YIIL HOT CHESTNUTS. Astounded at her companions -tmceremonious de-j)arture, the millers daughter stood for a whilemotionless, her bright face darkening into an ex-pression of vexation, not to say disgust. Half-immersed, the neglected trout-rod lay at her feet,paying its line out slowly to the gentle action ofthe stream. Something in the click of the reelperhaps aroused the thriftier instincts of her stooped to extricate rod and tackle with nounpractised hand, laid them on the bank readyfor his return, and then sat down again to within the last few minutes Miss Draper hadbeen well pleased. Not averse to flirting, she wouldhave consented, no doubt, to take in hand any ofMr. Archers young gentlemen ; but her walk with HOT CHESTNUTS. 95 Gerard Ainslle, though shorter, was also sweeterthan she expected. The refinement of his tone, hisgestures, his manner altogether, was extremely fasci-nating, because so unlike anything to which she wasaccusto
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