“Idiot!” She raged inwardly while she
walked along with that air of self-contained serenity that is proper to a young
lady of nearly two-and-twenty under the eye of the world. It was Ramage, the occupant of the big
house at the end of the Avenue. They did not care—
servant or master, it meant nothing. “If you really are going
to wait, make yourself as comfortable as you can. But I'll be more lenient,
and content myself with merely chastising you, on condition—"
"You may do as you please, master," interrupted Jack, thrusting his hand into his
pocket, as if in search of the knife; "but I wouldn't advise you to lay hands on me
again. It was easy enough to lie
to anyone else. “It’s not. Wood,
and you'll find that I've spoken the truth. Deep
verandas ran around the bungalows, with bamboo drops which were always
down in the daytime, fending off the treacherous sunshine. Her lips parted, but no words came. Grace-church Street was entirely
deserted, except by a few stragglers, whose curiosity got the better of their fears;
or who, like the carpenter, were compelled to proceed along it. Then he could hear Hilary breathing beside him, and from outside
the muted twittering of birds. They
could not have called it a fatal motor accident if he had not been dead.
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