Bolitho, "about three hours back I should
think."
"Went out!" he stormed at her. "And in this?"
Then, before she could say another word, he was gone. It was in very
truth like an apparition.
She sat there for some time staring in front of her, still shaken by
the violence of his interruption. She went then to the kitchen-door
and listened--not a sound in the house. She went farther, out
through the passage to the hall-door. She opened it and looked out.
A sea of driving mist, billowing and driving as though by some
internal breeze, met her.
"Poor things," she said to herself. "They shouldn't be out in this."
She shut the door and went back into the house. She called, "Jim!
Jim! Where are you?" At last he came, stumping up from some
mysterious labour in the lower part of the house.
"What is't?" he said, startled by her white face and troubled eyes.
"The two of them," she said, "have gone out on to the moor in this
mist. It isn't safe."
"Whatever for?" he asked.
"How should I know? She went out first and now he's after her.
'Tisn't safe, Jim. You'd best follow them."
He didn't argue with her, being an obedient husband disciplined by
many years of matrimony.
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