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CHAPTER VII.*
* The right of dramatization of this and succeeding chapters is reserved by the writer. Lady Caroline fainted. The cold watery nose of her dog on her cheek brought her to herself. She dared not look over the edge of the car; she dared not look up to the bellying monster above her, bearing her to death. She threw herself on the bottom of the car, and embraced the only living thing spared her,--the poodle. Then she cried. Then a clear voice came apparently out of the circumambient air:-- "May I trouble you to look at the barometer?" She put her head over the car. Little was hanging at the end of a long rope. She put her head back again. In another moment he saw her perplexed, blushing face over the edge,--blissful sight. "O, please don`t think of coming up! Stay there, do!" Little stayed. Of course she could make nothing out of the barometer, and said so. Little smiled. "Will you kindly send it down to me?" But she had no string or cord. Finally she said, "Wait a moment." Little waited. This time her face did not appear. The barometer came slowly down at the end of--a stay-lace. The barometer showed a frightful elevation. Little looked up at the valve and said nothing. Presently he heard a sigh. Then a sob. Then, rather sharply,-- "Why don`t you do something?"
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