She was breathing hard, dragging for air, half in fright and half because the sudden effort had used up what little air she had managed to draw so briefly. ’ ‘Well, sir? Who is “she”? Not my granddaughter, I take it. ‘What is it that you told him?’ ‘Nothing, miss, I swear. "A bad girl?" She put the question as she would have put any question—leveleyed and level-toned.
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