"What the devil are you howling about?" cried Langley. Spurling, hastening to the rescue. Kimble was clearly a plain-spoken fellow. His eyes never left her face. " "There's some one in the garden at this moment," cried Jack; "I saw a face at the window. There’s something—puppyish in a man’s usual attitude to women. "I don't know; I really don't know.
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