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"Just what Isay, Brenda. I met you father, and he cut me dead."
She stared at herlover in amazement. "You can't possibly have seen my father," shesaid decisively. "He is ill with influenza, and hasn't left his room fortwo days!"
CHAPTER II. A SHOTIN THE DARKNESS.
After many andfervent farewells, the lovers embraced and went home. It was understood thatHarold should go to London that evening by the five o'clock local fromChippingholt, which connected with the express at Langton Junction, some twentymiles away. After seeing his lawyer, he was to write her a full account of theinterview, and arrange definitely the details for their marriage. Meanwhile, toset his mind at rest, Brenda promised to see as little of Van Zwieten as possible.