“Now,” he said, quietly, “it’s time we stopped this nonsense. He was perched on the very edge of the leather seat of the coach, his threecornered hat twisting nervously in his hands, and from time to time he passed a tongue over dry lips. Two children, who had been caught in the jam-closet: ingratiating smiles, back of which lay doubt and fear. Don’t take my word for it though. She tried to be casual. Altogether, it was the most dreadful noise he had ever heard.
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