’ ‘I have no game. He sent me flowers. “What the hell. She met the keen grey eyes of a clean-shaven man, between forty and fifty, quietly dressed in professional attire. ‘Oh, famous. The cloth was removed, and Wood, drawing the table as near the window as possible—for it was getting dusk —put on his spectacles, and opened that sacred volume from which the best consolation in affliction is derived, and left the lovers—for such they may now be fairly termed—to their own conversation. ’ ‘Can’t say as I’m sorry to hear you say that, missie,’ confessed the sergeant, on a relieved note, as he locked the front door of the mansion and pocketed the key.
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