"You can no longer refuse to tell me the name of this youth's father, Aliva," he said. He sat down on the sill of the open window, folded his arms, and stared straight before him for a long time over the wilderness of tiles and chimney-pots into a sky that was blue and empty. Afterwards we started for a motor ride to a place outside Paris for déjeuner, and I suppose the man’s nerve failed him. It was a letter. "I'm glad to hear it, that's all," he added, taking out his snuff-box, his never-failing resource in such emergencies. . None of this by-play escaped Ruth, whose sense of humour needed no developing. "Now, Jack," cried Thames, warmly grasping Sheppard's hand, "you are my friend again.
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