"My horse has had a fall," replied Jack, assuming to perfection—for he was a capital mimic,—the tones of Quilt Arnold. A gust of irrational impatience blew through her being. It was about—a question of what I might do or might not do. She was civil, but she was obviously impatient to know his errand. Perhaps Gerald was not as clothheaded as he had thought. “She can’t.
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