“Damned Rascal!” he said. ‘I knew you would be furious. Everything, Miss Miniver said, was “working up,” everything was “coming on”—the Higher Thought, the Simple Life, Socialism, Humanitarianism, it was all the same really. His diminutive hand flew out from behind his back like a wounded bird. In the distance a bell clanged, and chattering broke out in the doorway as several nuns came crowding in. Enfeebled by his wound, Wild had lost much of his strength, though nothing of his ferocity and energy,—and fiercely assailing Blueskin, he made a desperate but unsuccessful attempt to apprehend him. “Dear me!” he said. Instead of which they walked sharply. The fresh air, which blew in his face, greatly revived him.
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