Stanley came home at a quarter to six—an earlier train by fifteen minutes than he affected—his sister met him in the hall with a hushed expression. Gina, the eleven year old, just couldn’t take it and she ran away. “We may just as well have our talk afterwards,” she said, “and I need not keep poor Mr. Good night!" She pressed his hand and went out. She listened with growing apprehension to the tale that Gerald told, omitting any mention of pistols and daggers, and at the end delivered herself of various expletives highly unsuited to a lady of her advanced years. It was grated and crested with spikes, like that he had just burst open, and thinking it a needless waste of time to force it, he broke off one of the spikes, which he carried with him for further purposes, and then climbed over it. She felt her forehead repeatedly break out in a light sweat.
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