‘Is that why you allowed me in, ma’am?’ A dimple appeared in the faded cheek. Past her shot the little old lady in the bonnet, running incredibly fast, but otherwise still alertly respectable, and she was making a strange threatening sound as she ran, such as one would use in driving ducks out of a garden—“B-rr-r-r-r—!” and pawing with black-gloved hands. "Of yourself," he replied, in a mournful tone.
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