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 and stood up. &quot;Let us go out,&quot; he said. &quot;My head is in a fog. I want to get away from it all.&quot;

A wave of compunction drew her to her feet.

&quot;It was my fault! I ought not to have asked so many questions.&quot; She turned and rang the bell. &quot;I'll order the ponies—we shall have time for a drive before sunset.&quot;

the sunset in their faces they swept through the keen-scented autumn air at the swiftest pace of Kate's ponies. She had given the reins to Peyton, and he had turned the horses' heads away from the lake, rising by woody upland lanes to the high pastures which still held the sunlight. The horses were fresh enough to claim his undivided attention, and he drove in silence, his smooth fair profile turned to his