"
"Jack, what made her so reckless?" Mrs. Alston asked, with a
sudden intelligence lighting up her face.
"Hang it all! How should I know? What made her torture Munson? She
follows her impulses, and they are not always conducive to any
one's well-being, not even her own."
"Mark my words, she has never shown this kind of recklessness
before."
"Oh, yes, she has. She was running her horse to death the other
hot morning and nearly trampled on a child;" and he told of an
unexpected encounter while he was taking a rather extended ramble.
"Well," exclaimed Mrs. Alston, smiling significantly, "I think I
understand her symptoms better than you do. If you are as cold-
blooded as you seem, I may have to interfere."
"Oh, bah!" he answered impatiently. "Pardon me, but I should
despise myself forever should I become sentimental, knowing what I
do."
"Jack, had you no compunctions when fearing that such a beautiful
girl might perish? We are going to have an awful night. Hear the
wind whistle and moan, and the sky is already black with clouds.
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