They bounced without
merriment over bumpy Roman roads, and by the time
they arrived she was extremely nauseous. “Is that so? Who says?” He demanded, his eyebrows
arching as he looked at her with puerile glee. She tried surreptitiously to
reach her own dagger, in its cunning hiding place in her petticoat. For a moment he believed this
merely a new phase of the dream. But she doesn’t and won’t divorce me. And if I hadn't been thirsty, that poor boob would have made a
sure getaway and left James Boyle high and dry among the moth-balls! Oh, the
old dome works once every so often. "
"Arm yourself with that ruffian's weapons," replied Jack, "and let us search for
her. ‘This is altogether insupportable!’
She dug a hand into the recesses of the petticoat of her riding habit and a
moment later Gerald found himself once again confronting the barrel of her
overlarge and tarnished pistol. Advancing towards the Master, and claiming an audience, which was instantly
granted, Jonathan, without much circumlocution, related the sum of the strange
story he had just learnt from Wood, omitting nothing except a few trifling
particulars, which he thought it politic to keep back; and, with this view, he said
not a word of there being any probability of capturing the fugitive, but, on the
contrary, roundly asserted that his informant had witnessed that person's escape.
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