“Sir John of course disapproves of me,” she remarked slowly. "If the best nag ever
foaled were to throw me in this unlucky spot, I'd blow his brains out. “Well,” he said slowly, “I had met you three times—before Drummond’s
dinner. ”
“I suppose all IS well that ends well. And meanwhile, we’ll just have these no
doubt potentially lethal little claws of yours out of harm’s way. If I can’t talk anywhere else—I DO want an understanding. "
"So she was," replied the woollen-draper, helping himself to an enormous pinch
of snuff with the air of a man who does not dislike to be rallied about his
gallantry,—"so she was. He waited for hours after
dusk but she never arrived. ”
“I do want to tell you things, nevertheless. You do not make me afraid like this. "
The woollen-draper replied by gallantly handing her the box, which was
instantly snatched from her by Blueskin, who, after helping himself to as much
of its contents as he could conveniently squeeze between his thumb and finger,
put it very coolly in his pocket. And experience was slow in coming. They sat down, McClintock reaching for a lump of sugar which he began
munching. That she was provoked by his
interference was obvious.
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