EVE COMES TO HERSELF
Canterton went as far as the hedge, but did not follow the fugitives any farther. He stood there for two or three minutes, understanding that a sensitive woman who had been involved in a vulgar scrimmage would not be sorry to be left alone for a moment while she recovered her poise.
Then he heard Eve calling.
“Where are you?”
He turned instantly, and walked back round the cottage to find her standing close to the porch.
“Ah, I thought you might be following them. Let them go.”
“I wanted nothing better than to be rid of them. Are you hurt?”
“That dear comrade of mine tried to break my arm. The elbow hurts rather badly.”
“Let me feel.”
He went close, and she stretched out her arm and let his big hands move gently over it.