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"God's Hand touched her unawares."
WHEN Tom Huntly rode home with a big bag of game after a satisfactory dinner with a crony it was nearly twelve o'clock. Yet to his surprise the whole house was lit up, and there was an uneasy sense of motion and confusion. He dismounted and called for a servant. Suddenly he heard a woman crying. He let the horse go and walked into the house.