"Ah! Terry O'Flaherty!" vociferated Jonathan, in a tone that betrayed hot the slightest discomposure. He was normal now, and the coat was only a coat. The atmosphere seemed heavy with the odour of drugs. After occupying himself thus for the best part of an hour, he thought Jack must have given him the slip. He thought of her and himself, and no longer in that vein of incidental adventure in which he had begun. They got on wonderfully well together. It moved a trifle, stepping back and lifting an arm to rub the sleeve against the glass. He threw her on the bed.
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