She was poor. "
"Not unless your skull's bullet-proof," cried a voice at his elbow; and, as the
words were uttered, a pistol was snapped at his head, which,—fortunately or
unfortunately, as the reader pleases,—only burnt the priming. "My own father!"
Queerly the room and its objects receded and vanished; and there intervened a
series of mental pictures that so long as she lived would ever be recurring. "Of robbery!" replied Jonathan in a thundering voice, and suddenly confronting
him. There was a
Greyhound bus that she was overdue to ride. She slipped
down the perfunctory flight of stairs, short because of the
home’s split-level style. She seemed to assume that it must
certainly be something she had said. It
was Annabel’s. She found Rhea
trapped under a rock, her skeletal head exposed. "
"Death and the devil! what a cursed interruption!" cried Jack, impatiently. Father and daughter
regarded each other warily, each more than a little insecure with the other. She had
but to choose. Nevertheless there came a residuum of expostulations.
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