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"No." He paused to think, intently, though his face was twitching from
pain. Then he went on hurriedly, "It's just as well--it's better she
shouldn't know.... She'll come back. Put a note where she's sure to find
it--just say that we've gone driving and won't be back till late, and
that she's to look after her grandfather; that she's not to leave the
house; that Ben will be there, so she needn't feel nervous. Say that and
nothing more. Then get your hat and things and something to put around
my arm and another coat for me--I want you to drive me into the city as
fast as you can. I'd not take you with me, but I can't manage by
myself."
"Coats! You can't go all that way with your arm like that! You've got to
have a doctor!" Every word he had uttered made her the more certain that
there had been a tragedy, something so terrible that he was afraid of
arrest. He was afraid to tell her, and she was afraid to ask him. "You
can't go like that," she reiterated helplessly. "You'll bleed to death."
The thought of it made her sick.
Coats broke into sudden impatience. "I'm going to a doctor! We can't
have a doctor from the Ridge! I want to get to the city as fast as I
can. It's the only way. I know what I'm about--I'm trying to do what's
best for us all--I've had time to think. Ann and your father mustn't
know--what's not known can't be told. I'll explain while we're on our
way. Go and do what I told you, then come and hitch up Billy--he's the
best traveler.... Hurry, Sue--God knows what I'd do if I hadn't you to
help me." His voice failed at the end; he was panting from exhaustion.
Sue obeyed without a word.
XXX
CONTENT
Twenty minutes later, when Ann came out from beneath the pines at the
edge of the woods and started down through the fields to the house, she
saw Sue and Coats driving away from the barn. She could not see
distinctly, they were too far away, but she noticed that they were going
fast. Evidently they had had supper and were going somewhere together,
as they so often did.
Ann had not realized how late it was until the sun touched the horizon.
She was reminded then that it was past the supper hour and that they
would wonder what had become of her. She must have sat for two hours
there, under the pines, simply thinking of her happiness. She had wanted
to be alone with it, just as long as she could be. Once she had carried
her grief and her desolation to that place; it seemed the right place to
come with her joy.
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