Blind fool -- unspeakable idiot that he had been ! To take her for Mrs. Palmer 's niece -- that peerless creature with the calm acceptance of any situation , which marked the woman of the world , with the fine appreciation and quickness of repartee that spoke of generations of culture -- to imagine that she could be Mollie Booth ! He had been blind , besottedly blind . And now he had lost her ! She would never forgive him ; she had gone without a word or sign . As he reached the last curve of the lane where it looped about the apple trees , a plump figure came flying down the orchard slope . `` Mr. Murray , Mr. Murray , '' Mollie Booth called breathlessly . `` Will you please come here just a minute ? '' Murray crossed over to the paling rather grumpily . He did not want to talk with Mollie Booth just then . Confound it , what did the girl want ? Why was she looking so mysterious ? Mollie produced a little square grey envelope from some feminine hiding place and handed it over the paling . `` She give me this at the station -- Miss Mannering did , '' she gasped , `` and asked me to give it to you without letting Aunt Emily Jane see . I could n't get a chanst when you was in , but as soon as you went I slipped out by the porch door and followed you . You went so fast I near died trying to head you off . '' `` You dear little soul , '' said Murray , suddenly radiant . `` It is too bad you have had to put yourself so out of breath on my account . But I am immensely obliged to you . The next time your young man wants a trusty private messenger just refer him to me . ''
`` Git away with you , '' giggled XXXXX .
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