Alarmed by the noise of the scuffle, Quilt and Sharples rushed to the assistance of their comrade. “We’ve all been mixing our ideas, and we’ve got intellectual hot coppers— every blessed one of us. Here was an instrument which might be of the greatest service to him in accomplishing his design. Then she would be dead, and that was no use. She guarded her mother, or at least she had liked to think so. You forget all the mass of training and tradition and instinct that go to make him a tolerable master.
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