“Miss Pellissier,” he said, “I don’t understand this change in you. ‘Here, miss,’ came faintly from somewhere close at hand. “Well,” he said slowly, “I had met you three times—before Drummond’s dinner. I'd like to shake you until your bones rattled; but the bones of a Roundhead wouldn't rattle to any purpose. "Jonathan has threatened to do her some mischief. He dropped the key on the counterpane. Then she looked up the sweep of pine-trees to the towering sunlit cliffs and the high heaven above and then back to his face. They came from every part, from the pit, the circle and the gallery, even from the stalls. “I can’t imagine, Miss Pellissier,” Brendon said, leaning towards her, “whatever made you think of coming to stay if only for a week at a Montague Street boarding-house. “Why would she do that? Why does she care? That’s a waste of her time.
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