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           Histonewassostrongandresolutethatitwaslikeasupportingarmabouther.Shefeltherresistancemelting,herstrengthslippingawayfromherashespoke.

           “Don’tcry,Charity,”heexclaimedinashakenvoice.Shelookedup,startledathisemotion,andtheireyesmet.

           “Seehere,”hesaidgently,“oldDan’scomealongdistance,andwe’vegottolethimtakeiteasytherestoftheway....”

           Hepickedupthecloakthathadslippedtoherchairandlaiditabouthershoulders.Shefollowedhimoutofthehouse,andthenwalkedacrosstheyardtotheshed,wherethehorsewastied.Mr.Royallunblanketedhimandledhimoutintotheroad.Charitygotintothebuggyandhedrewthecoveraboutherandshookoutthereinswithacluck.Whentheyreachedtheendofthevillageheturnedthehorse’sheadtowardCreston.