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‘Never trust a gun in female hands,’ grumbled Hilary, dropping the nun’s habit and backing to join his friend. There were mysterious rustlings that made him glance hopefully toward the sea. Part 5 She had sent her father a telegram from the East Strand post-office worded thus: | All | is | well | with | |————-|—————-|—————|—————|————-| | and | quite | safe | Veronica | ——————————————————————————- me | | and afterward she had dined a la carte upon a cutlet, and had then set herself to write an answer to Mr. "Gad! it's a devilish fine face when lit up. Have you got someone in mind for me?" "Finish your breakfast and I'll tell you the story. You were afraid of me, afraid that I should have been shocked, afraid of the scandal. I must tell somebody—and you would understand. ” She looked down on him thoughtfully, and he let his admiration of her free young poise show in his face. She awoke at 11:12 am, her foster sister snoring in the bed across the room. ‘Don’t involve me in your lover’s tiff. She would be elemental; there would be in her somewhere the sleeping tigress. In the distance a bell clanged, and chattering broke out in the doorway as several nuns came crowding in.
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