With a cry of distress, she dropped the pistol and flew after him, racing past him to the door. " "No—no," laughed Jack. The hymnal lyrics had never stirred her; she had memorized and sung them parrotwise. She felt very cool as he opened the door for her, as if she should have chic sunglasses and stiletto heels on, dark red lipstick. But she did not listen long; she wanted to talk. On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. Presently he caught her puzzled glance, and recollected himself, turning on the charm again. " "And never should again, were he mine," rejoined Jonathan.
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