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XVIII. An Adventure on the Tory Road
“I’llhavetogoforhelp,”shesaid,returningtotheprisoner.
“No,indeed,youwon’t,”saidAnnevehemently.“IfyoudothestoryofthiswillgetouteverywhereandIshallbeashamedtoshowmyface.No,wemustjustwaituntiltheCoppgirlscomehomeandbindthemtosecrecy.They’llknowwheretheaxeisandgetmeout.I’mnotuncomfortable,aslongasIkeepperfectlystill...notuncomfortableinBODYImean.IwonderwhattheCoppgirlsvaluethishouseat.IshallhavetopayforthedamageI’vedone,butIwouldn’tmindthatifIwereonlysuretheywouldunderstandmymotiveinpeepinginattheirpantrywindow.MysolecomfortisthattheplatterisjustthekindIwantandifMissCoppwillonlysellittomeIshallberesignedtowhathashappened.”
“WhatiftheCoppgirlsdon’tcomehomeuntilafternight...ortilltomorrow?”suggestedDiana.
“Ifthey’renotbackbysunsetyou’llhavetogoforotherassistance,Isuppose,”saidAnnereluctantly,“butyoumustn’tgountilyoureallyhaveto.Ohdear,thisisadreadfulpredicament.Iwouldn’tmindmymisfortunessomuchiftheywereromantic,asMrs.Morgan’sheroines’alwaysare,buttheyarealwaysjustsimplyridiculous.FancywhattheCoppgirlswillthinkwhentheydriveintotheiryardandseeagirl’sheadandshouldersstickingoutoftheroofofoneoftheirouthouses.Listen...isthatawagon?No,Diana,Ibelieveitisthunder.
