I Forbid the Banns! — page 185: what you’re looking at

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ON PROVIDENCE AND THE FIEND. 175 In a few minutes the gate was reached. Happily the lodge keeper was on the road exercising ayoung terrier with a couple of rats, to while away the tedium of a lovely summer evening. At the sound of the groom’s ‘‘Halloa!"’ the second wing of the gate was thrown open, and at last the dogcart was on the straight road for the station. The hurricane which Bertha had felt upon her face when driving on the avenue now became atornado. Julian did not touch the horse with the whip. The animal seemed to know what was expected of him. He went ahead witha long stride and his head in the air, and Julian knew that if the train were only ten minutes late at Brackenhurst station the dogcart would be in time. Two miles of the road were passed when, out of the dis- tance of sunny woodlands, the long, shrill shriek of the engine sounded. ‘‘Go on, sir,’’ cried the groom. ‘‘There may be a delay at the station. It’s a single line and the train may have to tarry till another reaches Queen’s Hurst.”’ Julian did not slacken his pace. He knew that if he could only get close enough to the station to allow of his approach being noticed the train would wait for him. The road was not straight, however, and his approach could not be seen until he was within two hundred yards of the station. He gave the horse a touch with the whip. The animal stretched his head out and broke into a gallop sending the stones flying on all sides. The tornado that Bertha had felt on her face became a wild cyclone. She was breathless. Was it a race upon which a human life depended? Was it a race of the Powers of Good against the Powers of Evil? Were the medieval God and the devil at it again? / CEONNIELDOVOLKS (E(@)