Never mind. His tie had demanded a struggle; he ought to have taken a clean one after his first failure. Sir John, by instinct and training, was an unimaginative person. "You are alone?" said one of the spinsters—Prudence Jedson. Michelle tossed her hair like a young colt flicking its tail. " "'The thief cometh in the night, and the troop of robbers spoileth without,'" said Wood, who had a text for every emergency.
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