Explore "Proper Pride, Volume II" by B. M. Croker on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
In the meantime, Sir Reginald was walking rapidly in the direction of the Summers' cottage. He reached the wood, which was thickly planted, and covered about an acre of ground. Spruce and fir made it dusky even in the daytime, and now in the twilight it was almost pitch-dark. Vaulting over the stile, he followed a path till he came to another stile, near which was the cottage, as Geoffrey had described.
"I've come far enough," he said to himself, "and whilst I wait I'll have a smoke. " So, leaning against a tree, he struck a light, and lit at least his sixth cigar that day. After five minutes or so he saw the cottage door open, and a white dog and a slender white figure emerge, both of which started off at a brisk run across the field, Alice collapsing to a sober walk as she neared the plantation. Stepping lightly over the stile, she advanced cautiously through the gloom, but descrying the spark at the end of her husband's cheroot, she exclaimed, as she sprang towards him and seized his arm: