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Farnol, Jeffery, 1878-1952

"My Lady Caprice"

Selwyn-do!' I ran away,
only I could tell she was awfull' angry with Mr. Selwyn - an' that's
all!"
I rose to my knees and caught the Imp by the shoulders.
"Imp," I cried, are you sure - quite sure that she was angry with
Mr. Selwyn yesterday morning?"
"'Course I am. I always know when Auntie Lisbeth's angry. An' now
let's go an' play at 'Blasted Oaks.'
"Anything you like, Imp, so long as we find her."
"You're forgetting your fishing rod an' - "
"Fishing rod be - blowed!" I exclaimed, and set oft hurriedly in the
direction Lisbeth had taken.
The Imp trotted beside me, stumbling frequently over his "trusty
sword" and issuing numberless commands in a hoarse, fierce voice to
an imaginary "band of outlaws." As for me, I strode on unheeding,
for my mind was filled with a fast-growing suspicion that I had
judged Lisbeth like a hasty fool.
In this manner we scoured the neighbourhood very thoroughly, but
with no success. However, we continued our search with unabated
ardour - along the river path to the water stairs and from thence
by way of the gardens to the orchard; but not a sign of Lisbeth.


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