The Broken Pitcher

The Broken Pitcher
The Jewel Casket
The Kitchen Maid
The Lady of Shalott
Tcha, tcha," said Mr.Bollard, turning back from where he had been peering out into the street. "Very nearly accident. Silly girl! Rushing across the road like that."
　　Elvira was already moving towards the door. Shelooked at her wristwatch and uttered an exclamation.
　　"Oh dear, I've beenfar too long in here. I shall miss my train back to the country. Thank you so much, Mr.Bollard, and you won't forget which the four things are, willyou?"
　　In another minute she was out of the door. Turningrapidly to the left and then to the left again, she stopped in the arcade of a shoe shopuntil Bridget, rather breathless, rejoined her.
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　　"Oh," said Bridget, "I was terrified. I thought I was going to be killed. And I've torn a hole in my stocking, too."
　　"Never mind," saidElvira and walked her friend rapidly along the street and round yet another corner to theright. "Come on."
　　"Is it – was it –all right?"
　　Elvira's hand slippedinto her pocket and out again showing the diamond and sapphire bracelet in her palm.