Before the congregation separated, the clergyman descended from the pulpit;
and, followed by the coffin-bearers and mourners, and by Jack at a respectful
distance, entered the churchyard. Something in her tone made him look up. She could
smell the savory tinge of his sweat in the air. "No more, please! I am bewildered enough. Fifty sent home. ‘Who kills who?’
‘Rot in hell,’ he snarled, panting, and managed to push himself forward and
leap off the dais, running for the safety of the far aisle by the wall. Your maid has twenty minutes to pack your dressing case for one night, and you
have the same time to change into a travelling dress. "I am Owen Wood, at your
service. Chapter XVI
THE DISCOMFITURE OF SIR JOHN
Sir John looked from one to the other of the two sisters. ‘You are really not helping matters, my
friend.
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