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“I made two fruit
pies and now I have no one to eat them. Aware that he should incur the
thief-taker's bitterest animosity by what he had done, the watchman, whose
wrath against Quilt Arnold had evaporated during the walk, thought it more
prudent not to hazard a meeting with his master, till the storm had, in some
measure, blown over. She nuzzled his chest
and he breathed deeply of the scent of her Finesse
conditioner. Upon what this instinct was based she could not say; she was
conscious only of its insistence. What in the world was the wench up to now? For it must be she. He wore a silk hat a little tilted, and a morning coat buttoned round
a tight, contained figure; and a white slip gave a finish to his costume and
endorsed the quiet distinction of his tie. Of what was she
thinking? She must rescue herself. The blue jowl,
the fat-lidded eyes—now merry, now alert, now tungsten hard—the bullet head,
the pudgy fingers and the square-toed shoes were all in conformation with the
doctor's olden mental picture. 98
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THE ISLAND CASTLE AT HERCULIS
Life with Sebastian was often trying, yet he grew on
her far more than Gianfrancesco ever had. After a day or so, perhaps, we will go on one or two
little excursions and see how good your head is—a mild scramble or so; and then
up to a hut on a pass just here, and out upon the Blumlis-alp glacier that spreads
out so and so.
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