Wanted—A Match Maker by Paul Leicester Ford
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and sheltered by the carriage, had yet found so nipping. She raised her
free hand and laid it gently on the exposed breast, and slightly shivered as she felt how little warmth there was. "Please put the fur rug over him," she requested; and her companion pulled it from under their feet, and laid it over the coiled-up legs and body. The weight, or the second dose of the stimulant, had an effect, for Miss Durant felt the body quiver, and then the eyes unclosed. At first they apparently saw nothing, but slowly the dulness left them, and they, and seemingly the whole face, sharpened into comprehension, and then, as they fastened on the blue coat of the policeman, into the keenest apprehension. "Say," he moaned, "I didn't do nuttin', dis time, honest." "I ain't takin' you to the station-house," denied the officer, colouring and looking sideways at his companion. "You were run over, and we are carrying you to where a doctor can see how much you are hurt," said the gently. The eyes of the boy turned to hers, and the face lost some of its fright and suspicion. "Is dat on de level?" he asked, after a moment's scrutiny. "Youse oin't runnin' me in?" "No," answered Miss Durant. "We are taking you to the hospital." "De horspital!" exclaimed the little chap, his eyes brightening. "Is Ise in de rattler?" |
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