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"
But
Elizabeth
’
s
back
there
—
your
friend
,
my
friend
—
"
"
We
can
’
t
help
her
;
we
can
only
help
ourselves
.
Come
on
.
"
They
started
up
the
ravine
side
,
on
the
stony
path
,
in
the
dark
.
And
suddenly
there
,
barring
their
way
,
standing
very
still
in
one
spot
,
not
seeing
them
,
but
looking
on
down
at
the
moving
lights
and
the
body
and
listening
to
the
official
voices
,
was
Douglas
Spaulding
.
He
stood
there
,
white
as
a
mushroom
,
with
his
hands
at
his
sides
,
staring
down
into
the
ravine
.
"
Get
home
!
"
cried
Francine
.
He
did
not
hear
.
"
You
!
"
shrieked
Francine
.
"
Get
home
,
get
out
of
this
place
,
you
hear
?
Get
home
,
get
home
,
get
home
!
"
Douglas
jerked
his
head
,
stared
at
them
as
if
they
were
I
.
not
there
.
His
mouth
moved
.
He
gave
a
bleating
sound
.
Then
,
·
silently
,
he
whirled
about
and
ran
.
He
ran
silently
up
the
distant
hills
into
the
warm
darkness
.
Francine
sobbed
and
cried
again
and
,
doing
this
,
walked
on
with
Lavinia
Nebbs
.
"
"
There
you
are
!
I
thought
you
ladies
’
d
never
come
!
"
Helen
Greer
stood
tapping
her
foot
atop
her
porch
steps
.
"
You
’
re
only
an
hour
late
,
that
’
s
all
.
What
happened
?
"
