"What's the use of wasting a shot?" rejoined Jonathan, savagely. The girl stood with her hands behind her back, sulky, resolute, and intelligent, a strand of her black hair over one eye and looking more than usually delicate-featured, and more than ever like an obdurate child. By and by—as the paroxysm subsided and he became motionless—she stole back to the bungalow to wait. "Get from under it, Jack!" vociferated Thames. Amongst others, a person near the door, roused by the shriek, observed a man make his exit with the utmost precipitation. Let me keep him.
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