The doorbell tinkled and Michelle grabbed her purse and rushed down the creaky wooden stairs. ’ ‘You mean the one that you refused to feed?’ demanded Gerald, seizing this promising cue and adopting a mournful note. A momentary petrifaction, and terror had lent wings to her feet. Wood having laid hold of the canvass-bag. They got to go home and eat Campbell’s Chicken Soup. ‘Perhaps she don’t understand English,’ suggested Roding. But, when the sound of the carriage-wheels died away, and he felt that she was actually gone, his resolution failed him, and he rang the bell violently. But it was now too late to turn back, and, nerving himself for the shock he expected to encounter, he ventured after his conductor.
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