THE beam of a lantern enveloped her and her gossamered surroundings; presently it blazed full upon her, discovered her flushed and reproachful face, curtained in hair. She saw a tall person, bareheaded, in what seemed to be white clothes, and, by a chance ray, that he was sallow, black-haired, smiling, and had black eyes. A young man! She had no fears left; she was on her own ground again.
"What under the sky are you doing here?" he said. She almost laughed.
"I'm caught in a hare-wire. It hurts very much."
"It would, you know. Let me look." He knelt beside her, and then his quick fingers searched for the wire. As they touched hers she felt them cool and nervous. "I've got it. I say! it's nearly through your stocking. No wonder you cried -- but now you know why a hare cries. Quiet now -- I'll have it off in a minute." He dived for a knife, talking all the time. "I dare say you think that I set that wire for a hare, and caught you. You're quite wrong. I don't kill hares, and I don't eat 'em; too nearly related to us, I believe. One minute more -- " and he nipped the
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Publication information: Book title: Halfway House:A Comedy of Degrees. Contributors: Maurice Hewlett - Author. Publisher: C. Scribner's Sons. Place of publication: New York. Publication year: 1908. Page number: 74.
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