"What's that you're taking to Sir Rowland Trenchard's?" "Only a box, Sir," answered Sheppard, emptying the glass. ’ ‘We!’ said Hilary witheringly, and went off as Gerald laughed and turned back to the lady. Observe it—a blue-serge coat. The air was sweet with the smoky perfume of myrrh, hazy and dense with incense. Planting his knee against her side, he pulled her towards him with one hand, while with the other he sought his knife. Her disapproval was obvious enough.
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