The Furnace of Gold by Philip Verrill Mighels
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Van saw the look of surprise in her face, at beholding the man in this attire. She recoiled, despite herself, then held forth her hand for his aid. Bostwick took it, assisted her down, and they hastily made their escape. CHAPTER XII BOSTWICK LOSES GROUND The one retreat for Beth was the house where she was lodging. She went there at once, briefly explaining to Bostwick on the way how it chanced she had come the day before. What had happened to himself she already knew. Bostwick was a thoroughly angered man. He had seen the horseman in the fight and had hoped to see him slain. To find Beth safe and even cheerful here annoyed him exceedingly. "Have you lodged a complaint--done anything to have this fellow arrested?" he demanded, alluding to Van. "Have you reported what was done to me?" "Why, no," said Beth. "What's the use? He did it all in kindness, after all." "Kindness!" |
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