There was
a gulf of eight years between her and the youngest of her brace of sisters—an
impassable gulf inhabited chaotically by two noisy brothers. “Miss Ellicot!” Brendon echoed. ”
“May I put you in a hansom?” he asked, lifting his stick. She went up-stairs and hesitated between four doors with ground-glass panes,
each of which professed “The Women’s Bond of Freedom” in neat black letters. And my word's law—with you, at least," she added,
bestowing a cutting glance upon her husband. She was standing there, smiling at the
audience as at her friends. ‘What, and miss getting myself murdered?’
‘She said she wouldn’t murder you. It was you! It was
exactly you, but it was probably the photo they thought it
was your mother! I dug it up after combing the Reader’s
Guide To Periodical Literature for like, six hours straight. "Of course, I haven't the least evidence that the boy has done anything wrong;
it's what I'd call a hunch; piecing this and that together.
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