Stop! we must shut the door, or they'll catch us. He was not addicted to monologue, and the only audible comment he permitted himself at first upon a universe that was evidently anything but satisfactory to him that afternoon, was one compact and entirely unassigned “Damn!” The word must have had some gratifying quality, because he repeated it. He had this thing for his twin daughters. She quickened her pace, and so did he, talking at her slightly averted ear. She knew the truth of it all right. Horrid snorters! So long, Vee! Just suggested it. They would suffer amazing hardships to hunt the snow-leopard; but in the Temple of Five Hundred Gods they would not take the trouble to ask the name of one! But this girl, she was alone. I can’t imagine Londoners—particularly interested in me.
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