Who says that I am not Meysey Hill? I was trying to scare you. An uncomfortable silence followed. “But—your people!” she gasped. Mr. CHAPTER IV. Jack had no sooner taken his place in the cart, than he was followed by the ordinary, who seated himself beside him, and, opening the book of prayer, began to read aloud. Tears flowed in rivulets down 121 her cheeks and she began to cry. After an hour of waiting, she slammed her bedroom door and he returned to his basement. . “I do not understand. She could not explain in words why they disappointed her or that she was disappointed. ‘I rather gathered as much,’ said Miss Froxfield, releasing her hands.
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