Nab and Quilt to the door! Jack, you are my prisoner. . CHAPTER XVII. " "You judged rightly," rejoined Jack; "I never yet broke an engagement with friend or foe—and never will. It was at lunch when McClintock announced that in the mailpouch he had found a letter addressed to Howard Taber, care of Donald McClintock and so-forth. A new inexplicable madness that urged him to shrill ironically the story of his coat—to take it off and fling it at the feet of any stranger who chanced to be nigh. ‘I thought it must be you,’ cried the woman. Do not avoid me if we meet by accident, but I trust to you all not to let the accident happen if you can help it. ’ Then she ran swiftly out of the library, calling out as her cavalier was almost at the front door.
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