’ ‘Just what I thought, miss. Still, I am curious. . ’ ‘He let them go?’ asked Miss Froxfield incredulously. It was the last thing she felt like drinking. The picture of her flashed across the doctor's vision magically. “I do not understand. The ruffled chemise-front under the wide lapels of her waistcoat and jacket no longer quivered, and her pose, with the full cloth petticoat spreading about her, was relaxed. “I am afraid,” he said gravely, “that your sister has been a little indiscreet. ‘But my poor Jacques is wounded and—’ ‘All taken care of,’ interrupted Hilary.
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