He gave a short, gaspy laugh and wrenched himself free from me. "There is nothing under God's heaven—to-night—that I want—except Madge Hubert," he said.
In another instant he was gone. With a wh-i-r and a wh-i-s-h and a snow-white fragrance, his trail cut abruptly through the apple-bush hedge. Then like a huge, black, sweet-scented sponge the darkening night seemed to swoop down and wipe him right off the face of the earth.
Very softly I knelt and pressed my ear to the ground. Across the young, tremulous, vibrant greensward I heard the throb-throb-throb of a man's feet—running.
Transcriber's Note:
Obvious punctuation errors were corrected.
[Page 257], two lines of text were transposed. The original read:
one of our big music people picked him up
jabberingly to America. But the invitation didn't
over there a few months ago and brought him
seem to include the wife and baby--genius and
The middle two lines were traded.
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