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“Why don’t you?” “Well, it might mean rather a row. ” He gave the note to the parlormaid the next morning in an inadvertent, casual manner just as he was leaving the house to catch his London train. They sat face to face beneath an experienced-looking rucksack and a brand new portmanteau and a leather handbag, in the afternoon-boat train that goes from Charing Cross to Folkestone for Boulogne. "Show me your warrant!" said Wood, almost driven to his wit's-end; "perhaps it isn't regular?" "Ask him who he is?" suggested Thames. You can come back for these, for you’ll carry him to the gatehouse, that’s what you’ll do. ’ Amusement flickered in Gerald’s breast. “I have just ordered a carriage for her. "Rather a devil," groaned her son, "to have done this. \"He still likes you, I believe.
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