‘Come, mademoiselle. I’m a female thing at bottom. His natal burr was always in evidence when he was sentimentally affected. It was possible that his first impressions had not been correct. ‘Home?’ ‘To your family. ’ ‘I beg your pardon?’ said Miss Froxfield frostily. The tourist season would soon be at ebb, and it would be late in September before the tide returned. Her complexion was wan and faded, except where it was tinged by a slight hectic flush, that made the want of colour more palpable; her eyes were large and black, but heavy and lustreless; her cheeks sunken; her frame emaciated; her dark hair thickly scattered with gray. She opened her suitcase—new and smelling strongly of leather—and took out of it a book, dogeared and precariously held together, bound in faded blue cloth and bearing the inscription: The Universal Handbook. She fell with a plop onto her rear end in the mud and sat dumbly like a statue, water eddying around her. . Jack was caught, as in a trap, by the pendant tails of Abraham's long frock; and, instead of obtaining his release by his ingenuity, he only got a sound thrashing.
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