"I thank you. Where does she live?"
Her quiet, natural tone told nothing of the tumult of sweet thoughts within. They had reached the house, and the doctor opened the gate before he answered. When he did, after they had passed through, he took both her hands in his.
"I shall take you there," he said, looking down at her with grave, smiling eyes; "I knew you would not fail me. When shall I call for you?"
"Do not call for me at all; I think--I know it will be better for me to walk in alone, as of my own accord."
"Ah, yes!" he said, and told her the address. She ran lightly up the steps, and as he turned her key in the door for her, she raised a pair of starry eyes to his.
"Dr. Kemp," she said, "I have had an exceptionally lovely evening. I shall not soon forget it."
"Nor I," he returned, raising his hat; holding it in his hand, he gently raised her gloved hand to his lips. Herbert Kemp was a gentleman of the old school in his manner of showing reverence to women.
"My brave young friend!" he said; and the next minute his firm footfall was crunching the gravel of the walk. Neither of them had remembered that he was to have come in with her. She waited till the gate clicked behind him, and then softly closed the heavy door.
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wall. He staggered down again; his remarkable physical
is very crafty: when frightened by any person, it will
eastern or inland coast of Chiloe; and with orders to meet
is so damp and soft, that except by this means neither
gate, but the apparatus was out of his reach, and he had
like those of Tierra del Fuego, move about chiefly on the
after a little while, try with much address to crawl away
at the appearance of men-of-war’s boats, and hoped and
mud-banks as the tide falls. They occasionally possess
a little better. I should think there are few parts of
tables, and lifting Helen Cumberly, carried her half-way
man bringing on his back a bag of charcoal, with which