"I'm in for a thunderstorm,
unless I'm much mistaken," she murmured. "I've only brought my light mac, and
my pumps won't keep much wet out!" She considered them ruefully. "But I must
go on - I must!
"I'm in for a thunderstorm,
unless I'm much mistaken," she murmured. "I've only brought my light mac, and
my pumps won't keep much wet out!" She considered them ruefully. "But I must
go on - I must!
And then the chain broke.
The prospect of pushing a bicycle, with shoes squelching at every step, and thunder and lightening booming and flashing overhead, was enough to appal the stoutest heart. However it was no use hesitating. She pushed grimly on, her head bent down to avoid the stinging rain. The water poured into her ears and down the collar of her mac....
But she had travelled hardly a hundred yards when from a by-road swept a mud-spattered saloon car.
"Excuse me, you look as though you're in trouble," called the driver... Can I be of help?"
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