" So saying, he sprang, with a bound like that of a tiger-cat, against the throat of the woollen-draper. "Let me see him. ’ ‘Leonardo again,’ Gerald muttered and, to her disappointment, dropped her hand. ” “Does she have to sell her soul to the Devil?” Lucy asked, feeling stupid. Perhaps Ramage was the more astonished. The dog was, in a sense, a gift of the gods. He worked afternoons, when everybody else went to sleep; he worked at night under a heat-giving light, with insects buzzing and dropping about, with a blue haze of tobacco smoke that tried to get out and could not.
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