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then another hand caught her skirt, and 

 pulled her back. She recognized the driver s 

 filthy white sleeve, and at the same moment 

 some one shouted that they were safe. 

 Squeaking, and grinding, and skidding, the 

 engine was fought to a standstill, while yet 

 ten yards separated it from the buffers of 

 the brake van in which Lady Susan and 

 Glasgow had started an hour before. Fifty 

 yards further on, the line was blocked by a 

 great pile of gravel and rock, newly fallen 

 from the side of the cutting. 



Lady Susan and Glasgow were there ; her 

 face looked wild and white, and as she came 

 to Slaney, she seemed to struggle to speak. 

 It was a moment of extremes and exagger- 

 ation in feeling. Slaney felt that two 

 independent currents of supreme and fore- 

 ordained evil had made their onslaught, and, 

 in meeting, had neutralized each other. 



