Alas! : a novel . eeting ; however,you cut your own throat, as he evidentlyknew something very interesting aboutyour dear friends ; something which hedoes not generally tell people, and whichhe would not have told me only that hesaw at once I was no blab. Jim shivers. He had only just been intime then—only just in time to stop themouth of this blatant backbiter in priestsraiment. His companion looks at himcuriously. Are you cold, she asks, or did agoose walk over your grave ? Why didyou shiver ? AMELIA. 279 He pulls himself together. I wasshivering, he says, compelling himselfto assume the ral
Alas! : a novel . eeting ; however,you cut your own throat, as he evidentlyknew something very interesting aboutyour dear friends ; something which hedoes not generally tell people, and whichhe would not have told me only that hesaw at once I was no blab. Jim shivers. He had only just been intime then—only just in time to stop themouth of this blatant backbiter in priestsraiment. His companion looks at himcuriously. Are you cold, she asks, or did agoose walk over your grave ? Why didyou shiver ? AMELIA. 279 He pulls himself together. I wasshivering, he says, compelling himselfto assume the rallying tone in which heis apt to address the girl beside him, at the thought of the peril I had savedyou from. My poor Cis, have not youand I suffered enough already at the handsof the Church ? She reddens. Though I do not pre-tend to any great sensitiveness on the sub-ject, I think you have worn that old jokenearly off its legs. But during the rest of the drive sheutters no further lament over her
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