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EARLES, Strictly Private Every one stared at Anna. Brendon’s had an awful stroke of luck. “Kick aht at ‘em!” though, indeed, she went now with Christian meekness, resenting only the thrusting policemen’s hands. What hotel should she go to? If she told a cabman to drive to an hotel, any hotel, what would he do—or say? He might drive to something dreadfully expensive, and not at all the quiet sort of thing she required. Then she fell into a fever of remorse for the habit of bad language she had acquired. ‘I might have killed you,’ she snapped, ‘if only you did not say anything. I'd like to shake you until your bones rattled; but the bones of a Roundhead wouldn't rattle to any purpose. Certain phases of irony always caused him to chuckle audibly.
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