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"Hum, yes, nice effect; but don't you think we'd better get on with"

Miles stopped short. There was something else besides light between the cedars. A girl in a black dress was moving slowly away up the road. The blood rushed into Miles's face, receded, and left it white as the little snow-bank beside the stoop. He turned with startled eyes on Hunter.

"Miss Lynde!" he whispered.

"It does look like her," answered the other, calmly.

"But—what's she doing here?"

"Visiting the Ruggleses. Didn't I tell you they had a guest?"

"This is your doing, Hunter!"

"What of it, you idiot? Get your hat!"

"What do you mean?" asked Miles, breathlessly.