CHAPTER XXVII. A FOGGY NIGHT AND MORNING—CONCLUSION

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HANDS WERE LOOSENING HIS NECKERCHIEF. “DO YOU HAPPEN TO WANT A SHEPPERD MA’AM?” “GET THE FRONT DOOR KEY.” LIDDY FETCHED IT. “I FEEL—ALMOST TOO MUCH—TO THINK,” HE SAID. SHE STOOD UP IN THE WINDOW-OPENING, FACING THE MEN. SHE TOOK UP HER POSITION AS DIRECTED. BATSHEBA FLUNG HER HANDS TO HER FACE. “THERE’S NOT A SOUL IN MY HOUSE BUT ME TO-NIGHT”. SHE OPENED A GATE WITHIN WHICH WAS A HAYSTACK. UNDER THIS SHE SAT DOWN. BENDING OVER FANNY ROBIN, HE GENTLY KISSED HER. HE SAW A BATHER CARRIED ALONG IN THE CURRENT. TROY NEXT ADVANCED INTO THE MIDDLE OF THE ROOM AND TOOK OFF HIS CAP.