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She
opened
her
eyes
,
and
saw
a
buggy
drawn
up
beside
her
,
and
a
man
who
had
jumped
down
from
it
and
was
gazing
at
her
with
a
puzzled
face
.
Slowly
consciousness
came
back
,
and
she
saw
that
the
man
was
Liff
Hyatt
.
She
was
dimly
aware
that
he
was
asking
her
something
,
and
she
looked
at
him
in
silence
,
trying
to
find
strength
to
speak
.
At
length
her
voice
stirred
in
her
throat
,
and
she
said
in
a
whisper
:
“
I
’
m
going
up
the
Mountain
.
”
“
Up
the
Mountain
?
”
he
repeated
,
drawing
aside
a
little
;
and
as
he
moved
she
saw
behind
him
,
in
the
buggy
,
a
heavily
coated
figure
with
a
familiar
pink
face
and
gold
spectacles
on
the
bridge
of
a
Grecian
nose
.
“
Charity
!
What
on
earth
are
you
doing
here
?
”
Mr
.
Miles
exclaimed
,
throwing
the
reins
on
the
horse
’
s
back
and
scrambling
down
from
the
buggy
.
She
lifted
her
heavy
eyes
to
his
.
“
I
’
m
going
to
see
my
mother
.
”
The
two
men
glanced
at
each
other
,
and
for
a
moment
neither
of
them
spoke
.
Then
Mr
.
Miles
said
:
“
You
look
ill
,
my
dear
,
and
it
’
s
a
long
way
.
Do
you
think
it
’
s
wise
?
”
Charity
stood
up
.
“
I
’
ve
got
to
go
to
her
.
”
A
vague
mirthless
grin
contracted
Liff
Hyatt
’
s
face
,
and
Mr
.
Miles
again
spoke
uncertainly
.
“
You
know
,
then
—
you
’
d
been
told
?
”
