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Joan, The Curate.
table; and tilted herself backwards, laughing maliciously in his face.
"My friendship is of no account to you, sir," said she, very slowly, in a low, deep, and full voice, "at present. You shall have it, maybe later."
And she turned her head disdainfully in the direction of Joan, who was by this time in the doorway, and signified to him by a haughty bend of the head that he had better follow the young lady.
Tregenna bowed and accepted the suggestion.
A minute later he was on the back of the parson's bay horse, with Joan behind him, holding on by the belt round his waist.
