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“Nothing,” he said. cheap air max 1 “The old man hasn’t come to-night.”
She nodded.
“Somehow I didn’t think he would,” she said.
“I don’t see how I can shoot him without making a fuss.”
“Don’t be silly,” said Jean lightly. “Aren’t the police well aware that an elderly gentleman has threatened my life, and would it be remarkable if seeing an ancient man prowl about this house you shot him on sight?”
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She went up to her room, said her prayers and went to bed and was asleep immediately.
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“Am I interrupting you?”
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She used the word so naturally that Lydia forgot to be shocked.
“Can I do anything for you?”
Jean shook her head.
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“What is it?” asked Lydia.
Jean puckered her brows in thought.
“I suppose you could do it,” she said, “but I’d hate to ask you. You see, dear, I’ve got a chapter to finish and it really ought to go off to nike air max 1 ebay Lond cheap nike air max 1 on to-day. I am very keen on getting an opinion from a literary friend of mine–but, no, I won’t ask you.”
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“The thought occurred to me that perhaps you might write as I dictated. It would only be two or three pages,” said the girl apologetically. “I’m so full of the story at this moment that it would be a shame if I allowed the divine fire of inspiration–that’s the term, isn’t it–to go out.”
“Of course I’ll do it,” said Lydia. “I can’t write shorthand, but that doesn’t matter, does it?”
“No, longhand will be quick enough for me. My thoughts aren’t so fast,” said the girl.
“What is it all about?”
“It is about a girl,” said Jean, “who has stolen a lot of money—-”
“How thrilling!” smiled Lydia. ③

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