If it keeps on like this I shall have a pretty time of it getting
to Fourteenth Street, at ten o'clock to-night. And I'll surely go, if it
were to rain cats, dogs, and pitchforks!"
She stood drearily at the drawing-room window, looking forlornly out at
the empty street.
The eerie twilight was falling, rain and wind rising and falling with
it, the street lamps twinkling ghostily through the murky gloaming, the
pavement black and shining. Belated pedestrians hurried along with bowed
heads and uplifted umbrellas, the stages rattled past in a ceaseless
stream, full to overflowing. The rainy night was settling down, the
storm increasing as the darkness came on. Mollie surveyed all this
disconsolately enough.
"I don't mind a ducking," she murmured, plaintively, "and I never take
cold; but I don't want that man to see me looking like a drowned rat.
Oh, if it should turn out to be Hugh--dear, dear Hugh!" Her face lighted
rapturously at the thought. "I never knew how much I loved him until I
lost him. If it isn't Hugh, and Hugh asks me to run away with him
to-morrow, I'll do it--I declare I will--and the others may go to
grass!"
At that moment, voices sounded on the stairs--the voices of Mrs.
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