“Mr. Elshaw!”
“Yes, Miss Claire.”
She started, and no wonder. For his voice was as much changed as were the sentiments he felt for her.
An exclamation escaped his lips. She ran panting towards him.—Page 86.
She came a little nearer still, with hesitating feet, before she spoke again.
“Was that—wasn’t that my cousin, Christian Cornthwaite, who went away when he saw me?”
It was Bram’s turn to start. So that was the reason of the sudden flight of Chris! He had seen and recognized the figure of Claire as she came up the hill behind Bram.
“Yes, Miss Claire.”