Presently she became aware of footsteps hurrying after her, and glanced back to find Miss Klegg, a little out of breath, in pursuit. She lunged without warning again, and Gosse, just catching her blade on his own, was obliged to retreat backwards up the little stair. It hit her just above the knee. Piercing through every crevice in the clothes, it, in some cases, tore them from the wearer's limbs, or from his grasp. So, in broken, rather breathless phrases, he told his story; and when he had done, he laid his arms upon the table and bent his head to them. I don’t care! I’m glad I did. Winifred's face had a thoroughly amiable look. “I looked for you on the way home from The Big Apple, where were you?” Lucy smiled.
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