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Tarkington, Booth, 1869-1946

"The Magnificent Ambersons"

"Look where you're driving! There's a ditch on
that side. Look--"
George turned too late; the cutter's right runner went into the ditch
and snapped off; the little sleigh upset, and, after dragging its
occupants some fifteen yards, left them lying together in a bank of
snow. Then the vigorous young horse kicked himself free of all
annoyances, and disappeared down the road, galloping cheerfully.


Chapter VIII

When George regained some measure of his presence of mind, Miss Lucy
Morgan's cheek, snowy and cold, was pressing his nose slightly to one
side; his right arm was firmly about her neck; and a monstrous amount
of her fur boa seemed to mingle with an equally unplausible quantity
of snow in his mouth. He was confused, but conscious of no objection
to any of these juxtapositions. She was apparently uninjured, for she
sat up, hatless, her hair down, and said mildly:
"Good heavens!"
Though her father had been under his machine when they passed, he was
the first to reach them. He threw himself on his knees beside his
daughter, but found her already laughing, and was reassured.


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