"Don't make a fuss, my darling. You've got to come along," he exclaimed.
"Of course, you have scruples and all that. I think the more of you for
them, but you'll thank me for not listening some day. I'll bring you
back after the ceremony's over and set you down at your own gate, if you
say so, I swear I will," and as he spoke he caught her in his arms and
fairly thrust her into the vehicle, placed her on the seat and sprang in
beside her.
The door closed with a bang and the horses were off like a flash.
Too terrified to utter another word of protest, and half fainting from
fright, Faynie sank back, gasping, into the farthest corner. Her
companion turned to the man sitting opposite.
"My friend, Smith, Faynie," he said by way of introduction, and adding,
before the other could utter one word to acknowledge the introduction,
"let's have a little more of that. I'm chilled to the marrow with the
cold, standing out there in the snow."
There was a faint move of the little bundle huddled up in the corner.
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