Pure luck! If the boy had grown a moustache or a beard, a needle in the haystack would have been soft work. "I'll tackle it to-night!" "But it's after ten!" "What's that got to do with it? … The roofs of the native huts scattering in the wind! … the absolute agony of the twisting palms!…. Immediately after it, he was off again, and that, let me tell you, was the last anyone saw of him. Vaguely she heard the distinctive sound of male voices as she saw Gosse dive towards the fateful pew. He had a narrow escape, however; for, passing within an inch of him, the bullet burried itself deeply in the wall.
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