As she came close, he took a pace forward and seized her from behind, one strong arm clamping her tight against his chest, the free hand seizing her about the mouth, stifling the cry that gurgled in her throat. “It was just an hour before teatime,” she remarked. The next page was a drawing that she had made in pen and ink of his face, or what she had remembered of it. Run along now; but return in half an hour. “You’re a student, perhaps?” said the tall woman.
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