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stswellingthecurtaintheflowersinthejarshift.Onefibreinthewickerarm-chaircreaks,thoughnoonesitsthere.
Bonamycrossedtothewindow.Pickford'svanswungdownthestreet.TheomnibuseswerelockedtogetheratMudie'scorner.Enginesthrobbed,andcarters,jammingthebrakesdown,pulledtheirhorsessharpup.Aharshandunhappyvoicecriedsomethingunintelligible.Andthensuddenlyalltheleavesseemedtoraisethemselves.
"Jacob!Jacob!"criedBonamy,standingbythewindow.Theleavessankdownagain.
"Suchconfusioneverywhere!"exclaimedBettyFlanders,burstingopenthebedroomdoor.
Bonamyturnedawayfromthewindow.
"WhatamItodowiththese,Mr.Bonamy?"
SheheldoutapairofJacob'soldshoes.
