on in the Market Place. And poor old Anna had gone
quite white, or rather yellow, with fright.

By the next morning the cold fit had succeeded
the hot fit, and all Witanbury was properly ashamed
of what had happened. The cells under the Council
Chamber were fuller than they had ever been, and
no one could be found to say a good word for the
rioters.

As for Dr. Haworth, he was cut to the heart by
what had occurred, and it became known that he had
actually offered the hospitality of the Deanery to
Mr. and Mrs. Alfred Head, even to sending his own
carriage for them -- or so it was averred. Gratefully
had they accepted his kindness; and though Alfred
Head was now back in his place of business, trying
to estimate the damage and to arrange for its being
made good, Polly was remaining on at the Deanery
for a few hours.

But those two days, which will be always remembered
by the people of the cathedral city as having
witnessed the one War riot of Witanbury, were to
have very different associations for Mrs. Otway and
her daughter, Rose Blake. For on the morning of the
26th a telegram arrived at the Trellis House containing
the news that at last the exchange of disabled
prisoners had been arranged, and that Major Guthrie's
name was in the list of those British officers who
might be expected back from Germany, _via_ Holland,
within the next forty-eight hours.

And, as if this was not joy enough, Sir Jacques, on
the same day, told his young friends that now at last

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