It lay undisturbed in the remotest corner of the recess. " "Quite the contrary," rejoined the woollen-draper, laughing good-humouredly. " "You hear, my son," said the widow eagerly. Chapter XXVIII THE HISSING OF “ALCIDE” There was a strange and ominous murmur of voices, a shuffling of feet in the gallery, a silence, which was like the silence before a storm. Why? Because Howard Spurlock the author dared not risk the liberty of Howard Spurlock the malefactor; because there were still some dregs in this cup of irony. But Miss Miniver was highly unsatisfactory. Her head felt absurdly like one of those noddling manikins in the Hong-Kong curio-shops. ‘And housebreaking,’ added Gerald calmly. He recognized the handwriting, and turned a shade paler.
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