His eyes glowed beneath the glasses and his blue buttondown shirt was reflected in the lenses. “Jacques is wounded and we are arrested by this imbecile of a sergeant. “I WILL be arrested! I WON’T go home!” the little old lady was screaming over and over again. The turnkey looked round the next moment, but the manoeuvre escaped his observation. She wedged the towel between her legs. Not only that, but he carried himself erect— the slight slouch which had bent his shoulders had altogether disappeared. People always rejoice at the misfortunes of others—never at their own! The droll dogs! how they must have enjoyed it!—ha! ha!" "I dare say they did. ‘Oh, the Frenchie. " "Why didn't he arrest Mr. ’ The snaking suspicion rolled through his mind again.
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