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"You're late with your shutters to day, miss," said the man. "I hope Nancy has not been giving you all a bad night. YOU'RE LATE WITH YOUR SHUTTERS TO DAY MISS SAID THE MAN I HOPE NANCY HAS NOT BEEN GIVING YOU ALL A BAD NIGHT
on, he would have lent it me." "Mr. Buxton!" said Maggie. "Yes!" answered he, looking sharply and suddenly up at her. "Your future father-in-law. My father's old friend. It is he that is hunting me to death! No need to look so white and horror-struck, Maggie! It's the way of the world, as I might have known, if I had not been a blind fool." "Mr. Buxton!" she whispered, faintly. "Oh, Maggie!" said he, suddenly throwing himself at her feet, "save me! You can do it. Write to Frank, and make him induce his father to let me off. I came to see you, my sweet, merciful sister! I knew you would save me. Good God! What noise is that? There are steps in the yard!" And before she could speak, he had rushed into the little china closet, which opened out of the parlor, and crouched down in the darkness. It was only the man who brought their morning's supply of milk from a neighboring farm. But when Maggie opened the kitchen door, she saw how the cold, pale light of a winter's day had filled the air.  MEANT TO REPAY IT IF I HAD ASKED MISTER BUXTON HE WOULD HAVE LENT IT ME MISTER BUXTON SAID MAGGIE YES ANSWERED HE LOOKING SHARPLY AND SUDDENLY UP AT HER YOUR FUTURE FATHER IN LAW MY FATHER'S OLD FRIEND IT IS HE THAT IS HUNTING ME TO DEATH NO NEED TO LOOK SO WHITE AND HORROR STRUCK MAGGIE IT'S THE WAY OF THE WORLD AS I MIGHT HAVE KNOWN IF I HAD NOT BEEN A BLIND FOOL MISTER BUXTON SHE WHISPERED FAINTLY OH MAGGIE SAID HE SUDDENLY THROWING HIMSELF AT HER FEET SAVE ME YOU COULD DO IT WRITE TO FRANK AND MAKE HIM INDUCE HIS FATHER TO LET ME OFF I CAME TO SEE HIM MY SWEET MERCIFUL SISTER I KNEW YOU WOULD SAVE ME GOOD GOD WHAT NOISE IS THAT THERE ARE STEPS IN THE YARD AND BEFORE SHE COULD SPEAK HE HAD RUSHED INTO THE LITTLE CHINA CLOSET WHICH OPENED OUT OF THE PARLOUR AND CROUCHED DOWN IN THE DARKNESS IT WAS ONLY THE MAN WHO BROUGHT THEIR MORNING SUPPLY OF MILK FROM A NEIGHBOURING FARM THAT WHEN MAGGIE OPENED THE KITCHEN DOOR SHE SAW HOW THE COLD PALE LIGHT OF A WINTER'S DAY HAD FILLED THE AIR
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