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"Keep quiet, little one!" she ordered in a careless, chiding

voice, and she rapped with the flask pere had soirl's ear, she stiffened her whole body and lay

rigid

"I am not ready for you yet, little fool," said the old woain to her work

Ricardo's brain whirled Here was the girl who from the salon with so rass, who had run so quickly and

lightly across the pavement into this very house, so that she

should not be seen And now she was lying in her fine and delicate

attire a captive, at the mercy of the very people ere her

accoarden--a shrill, loud screa to her feet The

girl on the sofa raised her head The old woman took a step

towards the , and then she swiftly turned towards the door

She saw the e

There is no other word to describe the sound It was not a hury animal She reached out her

hand towards the flask, but before she could grasp it Hanaud

seized her She burst into a torrent of foul oaths Hanaud flung

her across to Leed her froirl, as now struggling

helplessly upon the sofa "Mlle Celie!"