"You needn't go far to do that," returned Quilt; "there he stands. “You’ve interested me enormously. A large dog was then set at him by a stable-boy; but, striking the animal with his faithful iron-bar, he speedily sent him yelping back. The class of guests we have are all permanent, and I am obliged to be very careful indeed. Would you stand by me—and her?” “My dear Nigel!” she exclaimed. ” “Do you mean,” Courtlaw asked, “that from now to the end of the six months you do not wish to see us—any of us?” Her eyes were a little dim again. . His demeanour then was sober enough to lend colour to that belief. ‘My dear boy, your loyalty is misplaced. Ramage, that iron-gray man of the world, appeared dressed in a bowler hat and a suit of hard gray, astride of a black horse. Won’t you come and have some tea with me? There is a new place in Bond Street,” he hastened to say, “where everything is very well done, and they give us music, if that is any attraction to you. No, not one little bit.
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