She saw his finger pull back on the hammer of the gun and shrieked a warning just as Jack launched himself forward and Gosse turned and fired. ‘Well?’ demanded Miss Froxfield, accepting a glass of lemonade proffered by a passing lackey. And you’d better have her fetch in some food for the missie, an’ all. “Can’t stop, thanks,” he answered. She took up one of her father’s novels and put it down again, fretted up to her own room for some work, sat on her bed and meditated upon the room that she was now really abandoning forever, and returned at length with a stocking to darn. “Well——” She stopped short. She’s right upstairs. Never bought a shirt in my life, Mr.
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