rowled the angry coachman sulkily, jumping down from the box an

form to the wet ground. Young Burge, the deserted husband, had just come dow

inst the coach and his knees shook so that he could not make a single step. The night

ht-these wicked, malicious gnomes? Did they know all about her and now, how?" he a

, with a derisive chuckle, the whole stor

murmured half aloud to himself, gazing at the retreating form of the woman incredulously. He could not distinguish her features and he made up his mind forcibly, in order to quiet down his excited nerves, that it was

hich they had said were true!" He moaned to himself, leaning against the wall in a faint condition. "Oh, anything but that ... anything but that!" His whol