“Call me Cathy, John. Past her shot the little old lady in the bonnet, running incredibly fast, but
otherwise still alertly respectable, and she was making a strange threatening
sound as she ran, such as one would use in driving ducks out of a garden—“B-rr-r-r-r—!” and pawing with black-gloved hands. The contest, however,
though desperate, was brief. He loaded
the launch with a thousand pounds—all she could carry—and started home
immediately after sundown; but even then he lost from a hundred to a hundred
and fifty pounds before he had the stuff cached in McClintock's bamboo-covered
sawdust pit. "
"Not quite, I hope," rejoined Sheppard. “I’d chuck this lark right off if I were you, Vee,” he said. No, let us dine here, and then go
and have our coffee on the boulevards. These interests her world
promptly, through the agency of schoolmistresses, older school-mates, her aunt,
and a number of other responsible and authoritative people, assured her she must
on no account think about.
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