'
'And how often have you used it?' asked Gideon.
'O, I have not used it yet,' said the determined young lady; 'but I
know how, and that makes me wonderfully courageous, especially when I
barricade my door with a chest of drawers.'
'I'm awfully glad they are coming back soon,' said Gideon. 'This
business strikes me as excessively unsafe; if it goes on much longer,
I could provide you with a maiden aunt of mine, or my landlady if you
preferred.'
'Lend me an aunt!' cried Julia. 'O, what generosity! I begin to think it
must have been you that sent the Hercules.'
'Believe me,' cried the young man, 'I admire you too much to send you
such an infamous work of art..'
Julia was beginning to reply, when they were both startled by a knocking
at the door.
'O, Mr Forsyth!'
'Don't be afraid, my dear girl,' said Gideon, laying his hand tenderly
on her arm.
'I know it's the police,' she whispered. 'They are coming to complain
about the statue.'
The knock was repeated. It was louder than before, and more impatient.
'It's Morris,' cried Julia, in a startled voice, and she ran to the door
and opened it.
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