Chapter 28

The train whistled again, now much nearer. David said to himself that he had never known the misguided train to come so fast--a Sunday train, too. It was actually hurtling toward them, around the curve, as though it were bent on taking Ross Collins away from him at the exact moment, when, through his own fault, everything was in a mess. And Hester was coming out of the station. Hester, too, was cutting the last chance short. Not like her to do that. But then she could have no possible notion that her usually level-…