She would then hear his feet pounding up the steps and he would burst into whatever room she was sitting in and say, “There she is! My wife! Hiding her beauty from the world!” He would then run to her, grab her book or embroidery and unceremoniously toss them to the floor. She frowned and gripped her hands about her knees very tightly. " The little urchin set off, and presently returned with the sexton. He could not see these two shrinking misses capering about in a nun’s habit and brandishing a defiant pistol. "Mac, did you ever run across a missioner by the name of Enschede?" "Enschede?" McClintock stared at the ceiling. ‘But I don’t trust you an inch.
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