Without a word or a gesture, the Wastrel turned and staggered forth, out of the orbit of these two, having been thrust into it for a single purpose already described. Wild had a narrow escape lately, in that affair of Captain Darrell," observed Shotbolt. “I am tired,” she said, “and I want to rest. ’ Miss Froxfield regarded him in some interest. The girl nodded sagely. She was to have fifteen pounds, and no more. ‘This journey I do not like,’ she said more loudly.
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