"I am awfully sorry, Mr. Crosby, that you have endured so much hardship
in coming to see me," she went on. "I hope you haven't many such clients
as I."
"One is enough, I assure you," he responded, and somehow she took it as
a compliment.
"I suppose our next step is to get to the railway station," she said.
"Unless you will condescend to lead me through this assortment of plows,
wood-piles, and farm-wagons, I'm inclined to think my next step will be
my last. Was ever night so dark?" Her warm, strong fingers clutched his
arm and then dropped to his hand. In this fashion she led him swiftly
through the night, down a short embankment, and into the gravel highway.
"The way looks dark and grewsome ahead of us, Mrs. Delancy. As your
lawyer, I'd advise you to turn back and find safe lodging with the
enemy. It is going to storm, I'm sure."
"That's your advice as a lawyer, Mr. Crosby. Will you give me your
advice as a friend?" she said lightly. Although the time had passed when
her guiding hand was necessary, he still held the member in his own.
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