Wild, Captain?" remonstrated the other, in a deferential tone. “Accident! She shot me,” he muttered. ‘What’s more, I wouldn’t blame her. ” “No! I’ll explain lower. ” “I am going to pack my bag,” Anna answered. " So saying, he sprang, with a bound like that of a tiger-cat, against the throat of the woollen-draper. Gerald, intent on his trail, ignored it. . The real tragedy—which he sensed and toward which he was always reaching—eluded all his verbal skill. “I knew you would feel it,” said Miss Miniver, as they came away flushed and heated.
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