She finished the olive and looked up. “That was a moment of madness,” she said. Threw it out. He was perched on the very edge of the leather seat of the coach, his threecornered hat twisting nervously in his hands, and from time to time he passed a tongue over dry lips. “I believe she’s dressing up-stairs—now. Manning loomed up ever and again into her world, full of a futile solicitude, and almost always declaring she was splendid, splendid, and wishing he could talk things out with her. He halted,—looked fearfully around,—stopped again, and exclaimed aloud, "I don't like the job; and yet it must be done, or Mr. ’ ‘The what, miss?’ asked Kimble, frowning. Too many. "We shall all be murdered.
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