"I knew you would come back," she murmured. "I was certain that you
would not forsake me."
"Not until I had found the horse, madam," was the reply. "I regret
very much that the wagon is broken, but I shall make good your loss."
"Don't mention such a thing," and the invalid feebly waved her thin
hands. "Such material matters don't count for anything to a heart
over-flowing with gratitude."
"Yes, you were most fortunate to escape as you did, madam. You might
have been seriously injured, nay, you might have been killed, and so I
can understand how grateful you must feel."
"Oh, I don't mean that," and Miss Arabella raised her soulful eyes to
the man's face. "I am so thankful that you have come back."
"You didn't imagine that I would run away with your horse, did you,
madam? She is certainly a fine beast, and it is lucky that she did not
receive any serious damage. I am much pleased that I have been able to
deliver her to you with so few scratches upon her. A little treatment
will make her all right. You will find Bickmore's Gall Cure very good."
"It's not that, not that, I assure you," and again Miss Arabella
flapped her hands in agony of soul. "What does a horse amount to when
the heart is affected?"
"Oh, is that what's the matter?" and Mr.
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