A white apron was tied round his waist, and into the apron was thrust a short
thick truncheon, which looked very much like a rolling-pin. Sheppard heaved a deep sigh,
and opened her eyes, which now looked larger, blacker, and more melancholy
than ever. Pottiswick’s daughter found her tongue. "Your enemy!" she returned imperfectly comprehending him. ’
‘Woof!’ Sergeant Trodger’s eyes fairly popped out of his head, and he seized
his prisoner’s arm again. ”
“All the more reason why she shouldn’t get herself talked about. ’
‘I was called in, ma’am, to catch a French spy—at least, that is what
Pottiswick thought. Using the shirt, she cleaned away
the blood. She had decided that she would spend the next morning
answering advertisements in the papers that abounded in the writing-room; and
so, after half an hour’s perusal of back numbers of the Sketch in the drawingroom, she had gone to bed.
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