She got up, as she had been told to do, at his appearance, and he
amazed her by sitting down, according to custom, on her stool. His cheeks were puffy, and his eyes blood-shot. ’
‘Oh, don’t you?’ Gerald said grimly. "Here are some more papers, Captain. Ennison?”
Sir John hesitated. Wood's favourite
sitting-room, and her image was so intimately associated with it, neither the
carpenter nor his daughter could muster courage to enter it before. She was
breathing hard, dragging for air, half in fright and half because the sudden effort
had used up what little air she had managed to draw so briefly. “Heavens, look at the time!” she exclaimed. "What is a sing-song girl?" she asked. No one spoke to her.
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