"Jack!" she cried, raising her head. She walked down the station approach, past the neat, obtrusive offices of the coal merchant and the house agent, and so to the wicket-gate by the butcher’s shop that led to the field path to her home. He left his companion in the midst of a glowing eulogy of Bastien Leparge, and boldly intercepted his hostess as she moved from one group to join another. Nay, for aught I know, some of them may even now have got scent of me. She would be in the library, her favorite place, or on the bench by the colored glass window with her embroidery. " "And I promise that all you tell me and show me will sink in," replied O'Higgins, frankly interested. Sheppard!" echoed Jack, surprised out of his caution. The small predator subconsciously acknowledged the larger one. Anna suddenly leaned forward and looked around her.
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