’”
“What did he say?”
“What does any one say to an invitation to dinner point-blank? One tries to
collect one’s wits. ”
“It offered from fifteen to two-and-twenty shillings a week—for drudgery. It had ceased raining, but the atmosphere was moist and chill,
and the ground deluged by the recent showers. He cocked an eyebrow. ’
‘Fiddle,’ scoffed Miss Froxfield. E. ’
She set down her glass with a snap. He looked at it eagerly,
but made no movement to take it. The girl stood with her
hands behind her back, sulky, resolute, and intelligent, a strand of her black hair
over one eye and looking more than usually delicate-featured, and more than
ever like an obdurate child. ‘Champion?’
‘The lad you saw following her. Only a son’s another story. '"
"What is that?" she asked. We close the chapter. Before you know
where you are you find yourself in a complication.
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