‘Laisse-moi!’ Impatience swamped him. ‘Mad as hatters!’ ‘It is you who is mad,’ mademoiselle told him crossly. Balanced on his nose were enormous tortoise-shell spectacles. E. His cigar burnt out between his fingers, and he threw it impatiently away. He is a knight. " "So I perceive," replied Wood.
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