She leaned back in the corner of the cab with a little sigh of relief. The girl stood with her hands behind her back, sulky, resolute, and intelligent, a strand of her black hair over one eye and looking more than usually delicate-featured, and more than ever like an obdurate child. " "And what—what was your answer?" demanded the widow, eagerly. “Is that you, Nigel?” she asked. Where is he?" "Here," answered Jack.
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