"What for?" demanded Wood. Her husband had caught her leaning over a precipice
into the ruins of the oubliette, and had punished her by
flogging her back with a switch. ’
‘What? But—’
‘Precisely, Hilary. The family always managed to make it home for
supper, even though it was a dying custom. Neither did his interest,—which was by no means
inconsiderable,—nor his general popularity, procure him the preferment he
desired. Maybe half a
year, counting this summer. ‘Hilary is a darling. What he needed was not a food
but a flavour; and the cocoanut taste of the chestnuts soothed his burning tongue
and throat. Some days, his eyes
were green. "
"Try to leave the room, and see whether I daren't," returned Jack, opening the
blade. Even if she has to work two jobs to do it.
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