the same time, through some little loop-*hole
in the watch-tower of her excitement,
the figure of a man with a gray
tourist's cap pulled down to his eyes,
rather waveringly crossing the street without.

He circled to avoid an April puddle,--she
saw him clearly through the broad library
window, at a distance of some fifty yards,
beyond a flight of marble steps and a
graveled entrance.

A queer little shiver, a horrid little shiver--a
snowflake in summer--drifted down
her spine!

The figure had an icy background.
She had seen it before amid the terrors of
that February train-wreck. The boy who
saved her, the boy with the jolly tongue
in his head, humorous amid the "horripilation,"
had addressed it as Dad.

And then--then, she caught her
breath sharply, as something blew upon
her, hot and cold together--and came
back to the library, to the present moment.

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