“I should imagine,” he said, shaking out a copy of The Times, “that it is your brain which is addled. " "Tush!" cried Thames; "you accused me to skreen yourself. Why, there's another party on the stair-head inquiring arter scullers; and, by the mass! they appear in a greater hurry than any on us. She dropped a flower—it’s in my pocket-book now. As they entered the room beyond, a fierce growl was heard. ‘I only wish I might have won her confidence. His only warning was a gleam of silver in the faint spill of light from the house above.
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