"
"Well," said Sister Prudence, "remember, I tried to save you some future
heartaches. The body of Sir Rowland was then laid on the large table. . Wanted a clean sweep for elbowroom. "Stay!" cried Wood, "this is a most perplexing business—if you really are privy
to the affair——"
"We'll talk of it to-morrow, Sir," returned Jackson, cutting him short. It isn’t. The attempt was
unsuccessful. You’re mine. ”
For some creditable moments in her life Ann Veronica was utterly disgusted
with herself; she was wrung with a passionate and belated desire to move gently,
to speak softly and ambiguously—to be, in effect, prim. Curiosity held her by one hand, urging her to
recklessness, and caution held her by the other. Spurling? Why, if Captain Sheppard should get off, it 'ud be
fifty guineas out of my way. "
"Your own was equally so," said Jackson ironically. ”
“Alive,” Annabel moaned, her eyes large with terror. Miss Annabel
is her sister. She had been built
for canvas and oil-lamps, and this new thingumajig that kept her nose snoring at
eight knots when normally she was able to boil along at ten, and these
unblinking things they called lamps (that neither smoked nor smelled), irked and
threatened to ruin her temper.
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