She has given herself up to social work. The slack of her ridinghabit and full under-petticoats was gathered into her left hand, and her booted ankles were visible as she held the skirts well out of her way. She sat in a chair in the parlour and regarded the darkening sky through the small casement window. “Round midnight, I think. " "Hold your tongue, sirrah," rejoined Shotbolt, not over-pleased by the remark, "and mind what I tell you. Spurling? Why, if Captain Sheppard should get off, it 'ud be fifty guineas out of my way. ’ The lady’s gaze dwelled thoughtfully on the half-drawn sword and then came up to meet his, an odd look in her eyes. "Ah!" exclaimed Wild, looking angrily towards his supposed attendant.
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