By a miracle, he averted its path, his hold on the girl’s mouth shifting fast to grasp her wrist. "My child!" he groaned faintly. He was certain that those lips of hers had never known the natural and pardonable simper of youth. The tables were then cleared. She recognized him as the man who had blundered into the wrong room. Her disapproval was obvious enough. Past her shot the little old lady in the bonnet, running incredibly fast, but otherwise still alertly respectable, and she was making a strange threatening sound as she ran, such as one would use in driving ducks out of a garden—“B-rr-r-r-r—!” and pawing with black-gloved hands.
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