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‘But how did she meet such a person in a convent?’
‘He was wounded and came there for sanctuary,’ Gerald explained, adding
almost through his teeth. The sing-song girl, her fiddle broken, was beating her forehead upon the floor
and wailing: Ai, ai! Ai, ai! Spurlock—or Taber, as he called himself—sat
slumped in a chair, staring with glazed eyes at nothing, absolutely uninterested in
the confusion for which he was primarily accountable. He would never recognize me now. ”
“YOU ASKED YOUR FATHER FOR A REASON!” said Miss Miniver, with
great intensity. There was a pause, while the steel grey
eyes sliced at her. They took their places at a distant table. ‘That is good,’ she said with satisfaction, ‘for I was compelled on Saturday to
abandon the chase. Great sport, eh? To haul them back from the ragged edge. . ’
‘Like your father,’ Gerald put in deliberately. ”
He was silent for some moments. "Mac, did you ever run across a missioner by the name of Enschede?"
"Enschede?" McClintock stared at the ceiling. I’d rather starve!”
For a moment the conversation hung upon that declaration. ’
‘Fancy my old pa thinking you was a French spy.
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