“At a boarding-house?” he gasped. For a time she could scarcely believe he was gone. "My horse has had a fall," replied Jack, assuming to perfection—for he was a capital mimic,—the tones of Quilt Arnold. The door was closed— locked,—and the pair were heard descending the stairs. ” Ann Veronica flung away from her hand, and the pepper-pot on the tray upset, sending a puff of pepper into the air and instantly filling them both with an intense desire to sneeze.
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