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"To over the night It made her son feel cold in his

soul

And the unconscious, drowning body of the father rolled on

below the house, driven by the black water towards the

high-road

Tilly appeared, a skirt over her nightdress She saw her

on the top of a chair in the open doorway, a

candle burning on the table

"God's sake!" cried the old serving-woman "The cut's burst

That eoin' to do!"

Mrs Brangatched her son, and the lantern, go along the

upper causeway to the stable Then she saw the dark figure of a

horse: then her son hung the laht

shone out faintly on him as he untackled the mare The mother

saw the soft blazed face of the horse thrust forward into the

stable-door The stables were still above the flood But the

water flowed strongly into the house

"It's getting higher," said Tilly "Hasn't wen did not hear

"Isn't he the--ere?" she called, in her far-reaching,

terrifying voice

"No," caht

"Go and loo--ok for him"

His mother's voice nearly drove the youth mad

He put the halter on the horse and shut the stable door He