The Brook 



"Goodbye," he said; "daresay you won't be 

 back now for another five years?" 



The girl shot a look at Striving swiftly. Their 

 eyes met and he smiled. 



"Tomorrow's Sunday, you know. I rather 

 thought I might stop off on my way to — ." 



The Master regarded his sister and Striving with 

 an expression of resignation and pulled up his 

 horse abruptly. 



He was left in a cloud of dust on the side of the 

 road. 



"Well, I'm hanged/' he declared audibly. A 

 ripple of laughter was his reply. 



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