"
Mollie raised herself up, still dazed and confused. She put her hand to
her forehead and strove to recall her drifting senses.
They were still bowling along at a sharp pace over a muddy country road;
still fell the rain; still howled the wind; still pitch darkness wrapped
all without. Were they going on forever? Was it a reality or a horrible
nightmare?
"We are almost at our journey's end," said the man, soothingly. "Come,
cheer up, Cricket. I love you, and I won't hurt a hair of your head."
"Where are we?" Mollie faintly asked.
"Rattling over a beastly country road," answered her companion, "under
a sky as black as Erebus, and in a down-pour that threatens a second
flood. There's the sea. We're down by the sad sea waves now, Mollie."
Mollie listened. Above the roar of the elemental strife she could hear
the deep and mighty bass of the roaring sea.
"We will be there in ten minutes more," said the man, briskly.
"Where is there?" inquired Mollie, in the same faint accent.
"Home, my pretty wife--our cottage by the sea, and all that, you know.
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