She was only trying to distract you so that she might escape. "Have a moment's patience, Sir Rowland," returned Wild; "and you shall hear. As she had dreaded, the police officer in the car was
politely waiting for John to depart, and exited the squad
as soon as John turned at the Pine Crest stop sign. ’
‘Comment? You wish to murder me?’
‘No, I wish to beat you,’ he retorted. The windows were
still darkened—perhaps she was not home yet. She drew a chair to the window and stared at the splendour
of the tropical night. On
a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of
young Buddha. \" Mark was tall and
skinny, a mop of brown hair over a pillar of freckles. “Why would she do that? Why does
she care? That’s a waste of her time. Not my affair, of course, but I think we ought to teach them more or restrain
them more. They fell into step again. “I hope nothing is wrong. After that,
we'll go our several ways. A brief feeling of empathy with Pottiswick passed through him. It isn’t sentiment but it’s horse sense.
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