’
Kimble’s widening gaze told its own tale, but still he kept his fingers on the
handle of the door. Jackson. They began the evening like
usual, driving down highways and byways. And I've already told you the accident was not Jack's fault. "This locket," he said, taking a little ornament attached to a black ribband from
his breast, and giving it her,—"do you remember it?"
"I do—I do!" cried Winifred. ’
‘Yes, but in fact you’ve offered me far more entertainment than any French
spy could have done. ’
‘Well, sir? Who is “she”? Not my granddaughter, I take it. Understand me! I forbid it. Nevertheless there came a residuum of expostulations. The manager had
sketched the girl's character, or rather had interpreted it, from the incidents
which had happened since dinner. Amongst other things, he had just brought down an old
laced bavaroy, a species of surtout much worn at the period. It rained slightly, and a thick mist gathered in the
air, and obscured the beautiful prospect.
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