” Teddy made some confused noise, a thoracic street row; some remark was assassinated by a rival in his throat and buried hastily under a cough. "Whatever you like, Hoddy," she agreed, wiping the sweat from her forehead. The lighting-up pierced the obscurity of the box, and Ramage stopped his urgent flow of words abruptly and sat back. "Well, I'm not far from the mark. Wouldn't take my advice. And Mrs. " "Robbed him!" screamed the widow.
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