The Strange Visitation At Wolffe Hall - Plot & Excerpts
He was trying to grab up Pip and run out the door when he snapped awake at the yelling and banging on the front door. He threw on his dressing gown, grabbed his pistol off the shelf in his dressing room, and ran downstairs. He threw open the door to see Miranda and P.C., both in their nightclothes, hair bedraggled, huddled together on the front step. He quickly herded them inside and without a thought brought them both against him. They were trembling, but he didn’t think it was from cold. No, it was from fear. What had happened? He heard another shout. It was Barnaby, and he had Musgrave Jr. tucked inside his jacket. Musgrave was not a happy cat. He bounded out, a calico blur, and skidded across the entrance hall. The four of them watched him fetch up against a table leg. He turned to look at them, tail swishing, and he proceeded to wash himself. “Come here,” Grayson said, and in the next moment, he was trying to hold all three of them against him, his hands stroking backs, saying over and over that it would be all right now.
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