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She caught her breath, and her eyes were lit with a sudden terror. “Ugh!” she said. Cocking the gun. At this moment, his quick ears detected the sound of footsteps on the stairs. “Well, you certainly did very well at tea,” she remarked. "Why, what the devil would you have had me do!—make myself scarce, eh? You should have tipped me the wink. I'll try to fill in the gaps. A small handgun bobbed at the end of it, aimed at Sheila. His tongue was more ready, his wit more keen than usual. But heavens, I must pack!” She sprang to her feet and disappeared in the room beyond, from which she emerged a few minutes later with flushed cheeks and dishevelled hair. Of course she had often heard sailors hammering out their ditties. He drew a little breath of relief. You know—I wish I could roll my little body up small and squeeze it into your hand and grip your fingers upon it.
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