She was trembling a little. Go to your sister, and do not quit her till all is over. Crouching down, Gerald waited, hands at the ready. Nay, for aught I know, some of them may even now have got scent of me. ’ ‘Sir!’ came from Trodger, and the booted feet clattered off and out of the front door. That was one of the mysterious qualities of this child of the lagoon: she had always at instant service that Oriental mask of impenetrable calm that no Occidental trick could dislodge.
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