The gun flew from his hand, clacking on the floor. “I imagine,” Sir John said, “that your sister would acquaint him with it. He fell back upon the pillows with a little moan, clutching the slim white fingers fiercely. He had saluted her with elaborate civility, his eyes distended with indecipherable meanings. Hill again—alive. "A miserly old woman. While waiting for his coming she had stated her present and future relations with him with what had seemed to her the most satisfactory lucidity and completeness. Keeping to the shadow of the house, he crept forward until he could see better without, he hoped, being seen.
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