Annabel passed on with a strained nod to her sister, and Sir John’s bow was a miracle of icy displeasure. "The door!—the door!—death!" he added, as he tried the handle, "it is locked—and I am unarmed. She had a horrible glimpse of the once nice little old lady being also borne stationward, still faintly battling and very muddy—one lock of grayish hair straggling over her neck, her face scared, white, but triumphant. She became as The Tigress, a free thing. She was quivering with the sense of Capes at her side and glowing with heroic love; it seemed to her that if they put their hands jointly against the Alps and pushed they would be able to push them aside. An old man with a bent back who limped in, slow and stiff, leaning heavily on a cane. ‘Would it so? What sort of a girl is she, then?’ ‘She’s a consummate devil,’ Gerald declared roundly.
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