[Nextobjects-user] With you again, Miss Ferne. You was in short dress

[Menietto <gli...@gr...>]

Im with cold finality. "I'm going to make it mine. Think I don't know you, proud as Lucifer when you get set. You'll lame yourself for life if you're not careful." "I don't care to discuss it." "Fiddlesticks! If you've got anything
against me we'll hear what it is afterward. Right now we'll give first aid to the injured. Sit
down here." She had not meant to give way, but she did. Perhaps it was because of the faintness that stole
over her, or because the pain was sharper than she could well endure. She found herself seated on the rock shelf, letting him cut the lace out of her shoe and slip it off. Ever so gently he worked,
but he could tell by the catches of her breath that it
was not pleasant to endure. From his neck he untied the silk kerchief and wrapped it tightly

around the ankle. "That will have
to do till I get you home." "I'll not trouble you, sir. If you'll stop and tell my father