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They became aware of the waitress standing over them with book and pencil ready for their bill. "I will not submit to be thus interrogated," said Winifred, angrily. After that, we'll go our several ways. On reflection, it occurred to him that he might, perhaps, be able to loosen the iron fillet; a notion no sooner conceived than executed. By the time he had reached the summit of this hill, he had lost all trace of them; and the ardour of the chase having in some measure subsided, he began to reproach himself for his folly, in having wandered—as he conceived—so far out of his course. But she did not talk readily, and in order to say something she plunged a little, and felt she plunged. She did not see the metal pole swing toward the back of her skull, nor did she feel her own blood spoiling her light hair after the dull crack of metal broke her flesh. “Don’t you know, child, that this is torture for me? What in God’s name more can you have to tell me?” Her face had become almost like a marble image. Supposing the wire should break and her head tumble off her shoulders into the street? The whimsey caused another smile to ripple across her lips. It was a port of call, since fortnightly a British mail-boat dropped her mudhook in the bay.
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