He stood with his hands in his pockets looking at Miss Klegg’s back. " There was a brief, breathless pause. ” She thought of her father, and with an effort dismissed him from her mind. “I have come for an explanation,” she said. Her brown curls were pulled tight in a severe chignon. ‘That’s better,’ said Gerald, and let her go. Mr. Her soul was full of the sense of disaster. By the old regulations, the free use of strong liquors not being interdicted, a tap-house was kept in the Lodge, and also in a cellar on the Common Side,—under the superintendence of Mrs. For four hours he had shifted his own troubles to the shoulders of these imaginative characters.
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