Blogs and book

Blood almost angrily. "You've all
the night for chattering when you're out of this, and away beyond
their reach. Will you please call James, and do as I say - and at
once!"
"You are very peremptory...."
"Oh, my God! I am peremptory! Speak, Miss Trail!, tell her whether
I've cause to be peremptory."
"Yes, yes," the girl cried, shuddering. "Do as he says - Oh, for
pity's sake, Arabella."
Miss Bishop went off, leaving Mr. Blood and Miss Traill alone again.
"I... I shall never forget what you did, sir," said she, through
her diminishing tears. She was a slight wisp of a girl, a child,
no more.
"I've done better things in my time. That's why I'm here," said Mr.
Blood, whose mood seemed to be snappy.
She didn't pretend to understand him, and she didn't make the attempt.
"Did you... did you kill him?" she asked, fearfully.
He stared at her in the flickering candlelight. "I hope so. It is
very probable, and it doesn't matter at all," he said. "What matters
is that this fellow James should fetch the horses.


Pages:
150 151 152 153 154 155 156 157 158 159 160 161 162 163 164 165 166 167 168 169 170 171 172 173 174