’
‘You would speak of the house?’
‘Many’s the time little Miss Mary would say her papa meant for her to have it,
she having no brothers and sisters at all—when we played together I mean, she
and me and Joan Pottiswick. I understand nothing of what
you say. She says
that everyone in the house makes too much noise, my
Dad snores, and that when the house is empty, the traffic
noise is nearly deafening. The word of a
Chinaman; he had given it, so he must abide. You need fear no interruption from him, or any of his
myrmidons. ”
He hesitated, and walked away from her toward the house. "
Silence. Wild
on his guard against an assassin. She was
sorry for his liking her too much for his own good, but her need was too
desperate to cavil at turning it to useful account.
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