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Chapter XI THE PUZZLEMENT OF NIGEL ENNISON Nigel Ennison walked towards his club the most puzzled man in London. "My horse has had a fall," replied Jack, assuming to perfection—for he was a capital mimic,—the tones of Quilt Arnold. From then until four in the afternoon there was nothing to do—the whole island went to sleep. To many in that crowded solitude it came as an extraordinary relief.
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