‘She’s gone. Sir John, by instinct and training, was an unimaginative person. He saw the flames burst from the windows, and perhaps in that maddening spectacle suffered torture equivalent to some of the crimes he had committed. Her mind left her. “I can’t imagine what has come over you,” said her aunt. The walls are too high, and the windows too stoutly barricaded in this quarter, to admit such a supposition. He insisted once again on opening the car door for her. We’ve done nothing to deserve it. The lad had just barely jangled it, when hurrying footsteps could be heard inside. Outside stood a stocky, combat boot-clad girl of seventeen with a teased mass of spiky bottle-black hair.
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