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The Pursuit
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XXV. Her teeth were chattering so hard that
she had to clench them for fear of biting off her own
tongue. Or had she, like himself, been held up until the fellow returned to town? He
waited, his ready humour anticipating her likely reaction. She threw hat and coat on the bed and sat down before the fire. She sat in deep thought for a moment or two, and then nodding
briskly, dipped the pen in the ink again and began to write. It was Ennison, who loomed up through the shadows. Parbleu, but must she do this all through the house?
Evidently she must, for not only could she not properly see the paintings and
portraits that hung on the walls, but she was in imminent danger of bumping into
the sheet-shrouded furniture.
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