Even at that moment of danger Nora could not be sentimental, though
she felt the force of the situation perhaps as much as if she had
been praying to heaven to avert her doom. On flew the cobs through the
village, though fortunately without running over anybody, and down a
narrow lane, on the way to the Hall. There was a sharp curve about the
middle of it. As Nora reached the point, someone--a woman--suddenly
rose from the bank which skirted the road, and stood full in the way of
the flying steeds, catching with her hand at the reins of Belle as she
passed. Nora thought the horses were stopped, but the next moment they
started off again; but the woman was not to be seen--she had fallen.
‘My God,’ thought Nora, ‘I have killed somebody. They have run over
her.’
The arrest, however, slight as it was, had had its effect. Belle and
Beau suddenly stood still as rocks, and Nora leapt at once from the
cart and approached the stranger, who was just scrambling to her feet.
‘Oh, how good, how brave of you!’ she cried. ‘If you had not done
that, they might have dashed the cart and me to pieces against the
gate. But have you hurt yourself? Are you sure you are all right?’
‘I think I am,’ replied the young woman, as she rose to her feet. ‘They
only knocked me down; the wheels did not come near me.’
‘Thank God for that!’ cried Nora earnestly. ‘I should never have
forgiven myself if you had been hurt.’
She gazed at the face of the country girl in amazement, for she thought
it was the most beautiful she had ever seen. And so it was they first
met--Nell and Nora.
END OF VOL. II.
COLSTON AND COMPANY, PRINTERS, EDINBURGH.
Transcriber’s Note:
Words may have inconsistent hyphenation in the text. Jargon, dialect,
obsolete and alternative spellings were left unchanged. Seven
misspelled words were corrected.
Words and phrases in italics are surrounded by underscores, _like
this_. Obvious printing errors, such as partially printed letters
and punctuation, were corrected. Final stops missing at the end of
sentences and abbreviations were added.
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