I’m not that sort I quite agree. If I could but——” To escape from her thoughts she began to undress, humming a light tune to herself, though her eyes were hot with unshed tears, and the sobs kept rising in her throat. Taking a firm grasp of his pistol, Gerald eased back, let go the handle of the door, and at the same instant, swung his booted foot. Along the inner side was a wonderfully arranged series of displayed specimens that Russell himself had prepared. The echo of those kindly words seemed still to ring in her ears. "Ah! Terry O'Flaherty!" vociferated Jonathan, in a tone that betrayed hot the slightest discomposure. Oh, I think I understand, Annabel.
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