Grace S. Richmond,
Red Pepper's Patients
“ King slipped out of his pew, made a quick circuit around the pillar, and met her squarely as she came toward him.He stood still in her path, and she, looking partially up to pass him with that complete ignoring of his presence which young women of breeding employ when strangers threaten to take notice, heard his low voice: "Please don't run away—from your friend!""Oh—Mr. King!" Her eyes, startled, met his indeed, and into her face, as she spoke his name, poured a flood of beautiful colour, at sight of which King all but lost his head. ”
