\" His brown eyes were tired and full of concern. ‘Would it so? What sort of a girl is she, then?’
‘She’s a consummate devil,’ Gerald declared roundly. They're apt to be
surly to strangers, but it soon wears off. Unconscious that his movements were watched, Shotbolt, meanwhile, hastened
towards Wych Street. “The rarefied air? I thought you had a
better head. He had now reached
what was called the Lower Leads,—a flat, covering a part of the prison
contiguous to the gateway, and surrounded on all sides by walls about fourteen
feet high. "
So saying, he threw himself into a chair. Hugging them, they crept
stealthily around the house, Major Alderley leading, and wasting—so his captain
acidly commented—a deal of time checking the windows and doors. Still, he was puzzled because McClintock had not
spoken. “It is not, of course, a pleasant subject of
conversation for you or for me, yet I think I may venture to suggest to you that
your sister’s—er—indiscretions—have reached a point which makes a
separation between you almost a necessity. “Would you mind calling that
hansom for me?”
He looked at it critically and shook his head.
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