In a few minutes the wrinkles of pain on her face
smoothed out, and a flush came into her cheeks. The tears stood on her
eyelashes. She was like a sorrowing child who forgets its grief in a
quick return of happiness.
Suddenly Rivers stopped and listened. His face grew set and dark with
apprehension. "Here, put your veil back, quick! It's Bailey! Don't
answer him, unless I tell you to."
Outside a clear voice pierced through the wind. It was Bailey speaking
to the horses.
Rivers went on, angrily: "If you'd been half dressed, this wouldn't have
happened. There'll be hell to pay unless I can convince him--"
A hand was laid on the knob and Bailey entered.
"Hello, Jim! I didn't think you'd come out to-day." He eyed the muffled
woman sharply. "Who've you got with you--Mrs. Burke?"
"It don't concern you," Rivers replied. He saw his mistake instantly,
and changed his tone. "Yes, I'm taking her home. Come, Mrs. Burke, we
must be going."
"Wait a minute, Jim," said Bailey. He studied them both carefully.
"Something's wrong here.
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