"Manuscripts! Why, this chap is a writer, or is
trying to be. It was a serene and charming evening, and twilight was
gently stealing over the face of the country. Just as he got on the roof of the prison, St. Everything was very neat; it had evidently been straightened up and
kept for her. With a faint view of overtaking them the
pursuer urged his steed to a quicker pace. The girl’s gaze met his in interested
inquiry. Crossing several fields, newly mown, or filled with
lines of tedded hay, she arrived, not without great exertion, at the summit of a
hill. He lit a cigarette and loitered
about. Disgusted him!
“For men policemen never blush;
A man in all things scores so much. But
this afternoon it discovered an unusual vein of irritability in her.
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