“Really, Sir John,” she said, “I don’t know how to thank you. "Manuscripts! Why, this chap is a writer, or is trying to be. Even the chattering monkeys, parrots, and parrakeets departed the fruit groves for the smelly dark of the jungle. Coldly she spoke, in a distinctly accented voice. “I believe that he would bore me. If he dies she is safe. Jack was not half your age when he died. If he had got off, they might have hanged me, and welcome. I see them hanging out in the halls together all the time.
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