Before she put on her sun-helmet, she paused
before the mirror. ’
‘A French ghost?’
‘Well, it ain’t a rat this time, Major, I can promise you that,’ Pottiswick had
rejoined, his tone affronted. In vain did the woollendraper offer to set him free if he would restore the stolen article, or give up his
associate, to whom it was supposed he might have handed it. She responded at once, rapping him on the knuckles with her fan. ’
Quick anger flared, surpassing the fluttering hope. Brendon looked across the room at her thoughtfully. It did not occur to her
that save for some accidents of education and character they had souls like her
own. “Isn’t that rather a strange question—under the circumstances?” he asked
quietly. "No, no!"
With a gesture, fierce and intolerant, she seized the Bible and thrust it out of
sight, into the drawer.
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