He felt his heart beat faster and faster—his self-restraint slipping away. He was perched on the very edge of the leather seat of the coach, his threecornered hat twisting nervously in his hands, and from time to time he passed a tongue over dry lips. \"What's in there?\" Lucy asked. “Now bite as hard as you can, John. Her teeth were chattering so hard that she had to clench them for fear of biting off her own tongue. She sighed with relief. ‘Well, only look what’s come of it. As he pocketed it, her open palm reached out and slapped his cheek.
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