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“Sure. She sat in a chair in the parlour and regarded the darkening sky through the
small casement window. It will be necessary to secure his companion; and as you say he
is not in the house, some caution must be used in approaching him, or he may
chance to take to his heels, for he's a slippery little rascal. Rather! Who could help it?”
He towered up over her and smiled down at her in his fatherly way. Happy
Thanksgiving. "You must not remain here," he said. She had to do her thinking at home—under inspection. Here he
obtained some breakfast, and mounting the hill turned off into the fields on the
right. These fellows must be right,” he added
thoughtfully, “and yet—there’s a mystery somewhere. "
"You might have added 'then'," said Miss Spurlock, drily. They were at the corner of Pall
Mall now, and had come to a standstill. ’
Oh, do they? No kitchen service? No feeding of pigs? It was evident that this
woman knew nothing of nuns, if a certain young lady’s artless reminiscences
were anything to go by. Despite her busy work schedule, Sheila had always been a
social person, a talker, a joiner of neighborhood groups, a
town council member, a PTA worker, and a thrower of
neighborhood coffee klatches. Very soon
she would be able to forget it.
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