She found it extremely difficult to infuse an air of quiet correctitude into her return through the window, and when she was safely inside she waved clinched fists and executed a noiseless dance of rage. ’ ‘I was called in, ma’am, to catch a French spy—at least, that is what Pottiswick thought. She helped him take it off. To her mind, recalling the picture of him the night before, there had been something tragic in the grim silent manner of his tippling. She was watching him intently. It is no fault of your own that you are not at this moment standing there with your head blown off. Without betraying the slightest confusion, or making a single remark, he quietly resumed his seat.
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