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“I hope I shall see him before I go,” said Jean. “He must be a very interesting old gentleman.”
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Both girls heard the shot, and Lydia, springing out of bed, ran on to the balcony.
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“You haven’t hurt him?” she cried, remembering old Jaggs’s nocturnal habits.
“If I have, he’s got away,” said Briggerland. “He must have seen me and dropped.”
Jean flew downstairs in her dressing-gown and joined her father on the lawn.
“Did you get him?” she asked in a low voice.
“I could have sworn I shot him,” said her father in the same tone, “but the old devil must have dropped.”
He heard the quick catch of her breath and turned apprehensively.
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She opened her lips to cry out for help, but a hand closed over her mouth, and swung her round so that her back was toward her assailant, and then in a flash his arm came round her neck, the flex of the elbow against her throat.
“Say one of them prayers of yours,” said a voice in her ear, and the arm tightened.
She struggled furiously, but the man held her as though she were a child.
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“I came in search of you and found you lying on the ground,” quavered Mr. Briggerland.
“Did you see the man?” she asked.
“No. What happened to you, darling?”③