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Nell of Shorne Mills

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"I don't look it, but I weigh nearly twelve stone, and I should bear you

down," he said.

"I'm stronger than I look," said Nell. "Please come!"

"I'll put the bridle over the gate first," he said.

"No, no; I will do it. Lean against the gate while I go."

He rested one hand on the gate. She got the horse--he came as quietly as

his master had done--and hitched the bridle on the post; then she drew

the man's arm within hers, and led him into the house and into the

drawing-room.

"Sit down," she said; "lean back. I won't be a moment. Oh, where is

Molly? But perhaps I'd better not leave you."

"I'm all right. I assure you that I've no intention of fainting again,"

he said; and there was something like a touch of irritation in his tone.

Nell rang the bell and stood looking down at him anxiously. There was

not a sign of self-consciousness or embarrassment in her face or manner.

She was still thinking only of him.

"I'm ashamed of myself for giving you so much trouble," he said.

"It is no trouble. Why should you be ashamed? Oh, Molly! don't cry out

or scream--it is all right! Be quiet now, Molly! This gentleman has been

thrown from his horse, and----Oh, bring me some brandy; and, Molly,

don't tell--don't frighten mamma."

Molly, with her mouth still wide open, ran out of the room, and Nell's

eyes returned to the man.

He sat gazing at the carpet for a while, his brow knit with a frown, as

if he found the whole affair a hideous bore, his injured arm across his

knee. There was no deprecating smile of the nervous man; he made no more

apologies, and it seemed to Nell that he had quite forgotten her, and

was only desirous of getting rid of her and the situation generally. But

he looked up as Molly came fluttering in with the brandy; and as he took

the glass from Nell's hand--for the first time it shook a little--he

said: "Thanks--thanks very much. I'm all right now, and I'll hasten to take

myself off."

He rose as he spoke, then his hand went out to the sofa as if in search

of support, and with an articulate though audible "Damn!" he sank down

again.

"I'm afraid I'll have to wait for a few minutes," he said, in a tone of

annoyance. "I can't think what's the matter with me, but I feel as giddy

and stupid as an owl. I'll be all right presently. Is the inn near

here?"

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