"Why, what the devil would you have had me do!—make myself scarce, eh? You should have tipped me the wink. His large, coarse lips drew wider apart. If Ray left the house, it would be easy. She pushed between the pews, hoping to reach the sword first, while desperately holding on to her petticoats to keep them up, as her sword arm wavered. “Why—it’s—it’s you!” Amazement seemed to dry up the torrents of his speech. Mrs. Wood glanced at the hardy offender, and not liking the expression of his countenance, thought it advisable to postpone the execution of his threats to a more favourable opportunity. Without Sheila, the denizens of the neighborhood might forget they had the ability to communicate with each other. It might be that the boy had taken one drink too many, or someone had given him knock-out drops. But it's confounded inconvenient.
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