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horrid semblance of death. As his arms and legs had been
extended stiffly upward as he came to earth upon his back
the attitude of death was anything but impressive.
Jane had been watching his antics in mild-eyed surprise.
Now she laughed—a little choking gurgle of a laugh; but it
was enough. Mr. Philander rolled over upon his side and
peered about. At length he discovered her.
‘Jane!’ he cried. ‘Jane Porter. Bless me!’
He scrambled to his feet and rushed toward her. He could
not believe that it was she, and alive.
‘Bless me!’ Where did you come from? Where in the
world have you been? How—‘
‘Mercy, Mr. Philander,’ interrupted the girl, ‘I can never
remember so many questions.’
‘Well, well,’ said Mr. Philander. ‘Bless me! I am so filled
with surprise and exuberant delight at seeing you safe and
well again that I scarcely know what I am saying, really. But
come, tell me all that has happened to you.’