She remained for some seconds crouching at the fender, poker in hand. “Where am I?” he muttered. And the fact that it was dressed in riding gear had fooled her into thinking it was her own image. His manner was deferential, even eager. ‘You will keep yourself utterly quiet,’ he instructed, a growl in her ear as they headed for the door. Since morning he had become fanatical; the atoms of common sense no longer functioned in the accustomed groove. Mind you don't stir till supper's over. “The little English girl is very fortunate. A slight cough uttered by Jonathan at the moment awakened the echoes of the place, and was returned in hollow reverberations.
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