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Julian Bayne, his long coat covered with snow and jingling with icicles, his chill face scarlet with cold, his lips emitting a cloud of visible breath, his eyes intent beneath the brim of his frost-rimmed hat, stood gazing as if petrified by the strange scene he had witnessed just enacted within, the strange words he had overheard.
"What is all this? " he cried at length. "Did you think I couldn't make it? " Then to Lillian specially, as he took her hand, "Am I late? " he asked solicitously. "I made all the speed I could. I hope I haven't killed the horse."