" The Wastrel laughed. Perhaps the boys had already faced off and he had missed it, he thought sourly. He grabbed her legs and threw the covers from the bed. “I am staying at the Savoy. Throwing down the pencil, she snatched up a piece of India-rubber, and exclaiming,—"It isn't at all like him! it isn't half handsome enough!" was about to efface the sketch, when Thames darted into the room.
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