She found herself mildly entertained by staring at the houses through the rain as she walked home, all cast in a gray blurry film noir gauze of rain. "So, wanton, I have found you!" "Wanton! Why, you infernal liar!" cried Spurlock, striking at the arm. Drummond, who had been about to speak, refrained. I have written, called—of what avail is anything—against that look. ‘I thought you said you take housebreaking very seriously. How dreary it all looks.
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