As she lay on Sarah's bed, with Blossom working
over her, she began to scream anew, half unconsciously, in the voice of
frenzied terror with which she had cried out at the sound of the running
horse. Her face was grey, but around her mouth there was a blue circle
that made it look like the sunken mouth of an old woman, and her
eyes--in which that stark terror was still visible, as though it had
been rendered indelible by the violence of the shock that had called
it into being--seemed looking through the figures around her, with the
intense yet unseeing gaze with which one might look through shadows in
search of an object one does not find.
"Get the doctor at once, Abel," said Blossom, "Grandma says something
has happened to bring on Judy's time. Had you two been quarrelling?"
"Good God, no. Mr. Mullen's horse ran away with him and Judy saw it
before I could catch her. I don't know yet whether he is dead or alive."
"I saw him running bareheaded through the cornfield just as you brought
Judy in, and I wondered what was the matter. He was going after his
horse, I suppose."
"Well, he's done enough harm for one day.
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