“I repeat, gentlemen,” he said, in an ominously low tone, “what of it?” Drummond shrugged his shoulders. The scent of cloying pine dust filled the air as floodlights shone eerily through the jungle gym of new wood. “I don’t think she quite sees the harm of those people or the sort of life to which they would draw her,” she said. Read that letter, Thames—my lord marquis, I mean. ’ Alderley glanced round the bedchamber. To-morrow at twelve I'll be with you, Mr. Pity he's ta'en to bad ways so airly. Unless they remind him now and then not to.
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