It was one of the secret troubles of her mind, this grotesque twist her ideas would sometimes take, as though they rebelled and rioted. Wood fared still worse. That's the way she strikes me. "Bolt the wicket!" shouted Ireton, who, with the others, had been not a little entertained by the gallant turnkey's discomfiture. When Sheila was in a good mood, one almost enjoyed her. ’ ‘A dagger, is it then?’ The girl froze. She could not stir hand or foot. She saw, twenty yards down the platform, the shiny hat and broad back and inimitable swagger of Ramage. That “entirely English” comment was said just to provoke me.
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