“You need not be alarmed,” he said. "Why, so it is," she said, in mock astonishment. Then she was out of the door and running, fast. ‘I have justice. Jack, however, had an expedient for mastering this difficulty. She produced a handkerchief, and with one sweep of this and a simultaneous gulp had abolished her fit of weeping. "Who's that queer cove in the full-bottomed wig?" "Attend to me, sirrah," rejoined Wild, sternly. Doubts began to rise up all about her, plucking at her confidence. It was the gallows. Possessed of you, I shall have a treasure such as kings could not boast. She thought of all sorts of odd and desperate expedients, and with passionate petulance rejected them all. Her greatest exploit was the howling before the mid-day meal. She felt the whack from about six feet away, kitty corner. ‘Yes, like you,’ she snapped, with a venomous glance, her role evidently forgotten for the moment. ‘Oh, peste,’ she cried out in distressed tones.
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