Drummond had made an abominable mistake. “I can’t imagine it,” said Miss Miniver. ‘But you will not be
in a convent. His curiosity, his literary instincts, had been submerged by the
recurring thought of the fool he had made of himself. He moved, after quiet intervals, with a quick little
movement, and ever and again stroked his small mustache and coughed a selfconscious cough. You are not with the Kent militia, are you?’
‘West Kent, yes. The
ruffled chemise-front under the wide lapels of her waistcoat and jacket no longer
quivered, and her pose, with the full cloth petticoat spreading about her, was
relaxed. "
"Decidedly so," replied Edgeworth Bess; "and I'll take this opportunity, while
Jack's back is turned,—for he's grown so strangely particular,—of easing him of
his snuff-box. With a cry of distress, she
dropped the pistol and flew after him, racing past him to the door.
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