” Ann Veronica sat with her chin on her hand, red-lit and saying little, and Miss Miniver discoursed. ‘Of course the fellow has doubtless stayed put to wait for you,’ retorted Hilary. A moment afterwards, the door was closed and bolted, and the carpenter found himself alone. It was a perfect windless spring day, a Sunday. He brought into service all his Oriental bar-room tricks. The room they were in was a sort of closet, with the door locked outside; but this was only a moment's obstacle to Jack, who with a chisel forced back the bolt. Water poured into her eyes, nose, and mouth in a torrent from which she had to turn and wheeze.
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