But his words were borne away by the driving wind. Ray did not pace, he just stood. " So saying, he sprang, with a bound like that of a tiger-cat, against the throat of the woollen-draper. It was now getting dusk, and he could only imperfectly distinguish the features and figure of the stranger. ‘Of course she don’t understand,’ snapped Charvill irascibly. Prudence attacked her chicken wing.
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