Two
separate enterprises struggled earnestly for an outcome. On the
surface, the truth seemed plain enough: it was quite clear to both
parties that the extraordinary chain of coincidence was not entirely
due to Providence. There was something of design behind it all. The
staggering part was the calamitous way in which chance had handled
their dear and private affairs.
"He doesn't know that you were in my automobile," concluded Dauntless,
almost at the same time that a like opinion was being expressed by
Windomshire. "Are you willing to go on with it, Nell? Are you scared
out of it?"
"No, indeed," she exclaimed, perplexity leaving her brow. "At first I
feared he might have telegraphed to mother, but now I am sure he
hasn't. He was not following me at all. He is in love with Anne, and
he was surreptitiously off for a part of the distance with her. He
really doesn't want to marry me, you know."
"Well, he isn't going to, you see. By all that is holy, nothing shall
stop us now, dear. We'll go on to Omegon and carry out everything just
as we planned. If he's running off after another girl, it's time you
put an end to him.
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