“A little touchy this evening, aren’t we, Missy?” Michelle chided her friend. Sheppard, with a frenzied laugh. The next moment, a struggle was heard, and Blueskin appeared at the door, followed by Mrs. Ramage looked at her for a long and discriminating interval without speaking. Apparently he had projected beyond his table some hypnotic thought, for it had held him all through the dining hour.
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