About her clung in heart-breaking limpness the ruined voile . The remembrance of all her wrongs that night rushed over her soul , and her eyes blazed in the moonlight . Lucinda Penhallow had never been so angry in her life . `` YOU D -- D IDIOT ! '' she said , in a voice that literally shook with rage . Romney meekly scrambled up the bank after her . `` I 'm awfully sorry , Lucinda , '' he said , striving with uncertain success to keep a suspicious quiver of laughter out of his tone . `` It was wretchedly clumsy of me , but that pebble turned right under my foot . Please forgive me -- for that -- and for other things . '' Lucinda deigned no answer . She stood on a flat stone and wrung the water from the poor green voile . Romney surveyed her apprehensively . `` Hurry , Lucinda , '' he entreated . `` You will catch your death of cold . '' `` I never take cold , '' answered Lucinda , with chattering teeth . `` And it is my dress I am thinking of -- was thinking of . You have more need to hurry . You are sopping wet yourself and you know you are subject to colds . There -- come . '' Lucinda picked up the stringy train , which had been so brave and buoyant five minutes before , and started up the field at a brisk rate .
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