The Seclusion of the Old Lady
background was blue and not brown in one place—at the place where Rupert's knife had torn a great opening in the wood about an hour before.
"Madam," said he, advancing with a gesture of the hat, "permit me to have the pleasure of announcing to you that you are free. Your complaints happened to strike our ears as we passed down the street, and we have therefore ventured to come to your rescue."
The old lady with the red face and the black eyebrows looked at us for a moment with something of the apoplectic stare of a parrot. Then she said, with a sudden gust or breathing of relief:
"Rescue? Where is Mr. Greenwood? Where is Mr. Burrows? Did you say you had rescued me?"
"Yes, madam," said Rupert, with a beaming condescension. "We have very satisfactorily dealt with Mr. Greenwood and Mr. Burrows. We have settled affairs with them very satisfactorily."
The old lady rose from her chair and came very quickly towards us.
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