With his tongue lolling and his flea-bitten stump wagging apologetically, he glanced from face to face to see if there was any forgiveness visible. ‘How in God’s name did the wretched fellow get in then?’ ‘Dug a tunnel?’ suggested Gerald, halting next to a pair of French windows at the front. ’ ‘Who is that?’ demanded Lucilla eagerly. Courtlaw rose to his feet. “There is something to be said for the lady-like theory after all,” she admitted. “Now listen. He's as nice and civil-spoken a gentleman as need be; by the same token," she added, in an under tone, "that he gave me a span new crown piece. ” “I shall have no objection at all,” Anna assured him.
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