“Were you thinking of private apartments, a boarding-house or an hotel?” she asked. “I have never yet met a man whose intellect I could respect. "Aw, piffle!" he said, half aloud and rather disgustedly, as he stepped out into the sunshine. ’ *** Mrs Chalkney, a long-time friend of the late Mrs Alderley, had been delighted to oblige that lady’s son. She could almost smell her mother’s attar of white roses and lemon verbena with the memory of the story. First, I went to Country Tom's, the Goat, in Long Lane.
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