The Scarlet Runner
"Georgie," she said in a low voice, "I don't tell lies."
He turned from her angrily and went round to the stables again. In a few minutes he drove the cart round to the front of the house, and Dickie jumped in.
Diana came up to the horse's head.
"Take Lucifer, and ride!" she said, swallowing her anger.
"Thank you. I've seen that red devil's pretty ways with a stranger. I shall drive into Ingraham and try to hire or borrow a motor somehow, and then perhaps if I drive like—"
"Georgie! You'll have an accident, if you go in a strange car." She was very white.
"Yes," said he grimly, "it'll be a bit more dangerous than county foot ball at the pace, but if I'm not pulled up, I '11 catch that train somehow—and Diana—"
"Yes," a low voice.
"It's the sort of thing a woman should never do, if she cares. It's the sort of
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