’ He looked the girl up and down. "Mur—der!" roared Wood, struggling to free himself from his assailant, by whom he was half strangled. ’ The lashes fluttered demurely. ” Annabel moistened her dry lips with a handkerchief steeped in eau de Cologne. If I’m late again I’ll have to serve another detention!” She excused herself, hoping it was not too obvious she was running away. But from the first her rather old-fashioned conception of life had jarred with the suburban atmosphere, the High School spirit and the memories of the light and little Mrs. "See the devil!—not I," cried Wood impatiently.
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