Her hair was washed for her also. There was nothing left now of the selfassured, prosperous man of affairs. He looked just like John Wayne in a cowboy movie, his eyes narrow and squinting, except his hair was long, unruly, and jet black. If I had known that you were here you should not have been kept waiting for a second. But you must allow me to observe, my good Sir, that you're wholly in the wrong respecting my friend. Adventure rules, and morality—looks up the trains in the Bradshaw. He was bewildered. 47 was no more than a sort of railway compartment on the way to that. And, setting down the link, he proceeded deliberately to untie his cravat. Their subsequent conversation is outside the scope of our story.
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