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‘You’ve found her out?’ ‘Tell us at once,’ urged Miss Froxfield. I think that nearly every manager in London has made me an offer. He was yellow and coarse of hair; flea-bitten, too; and even as he smiled at Ruth and wagged his stumpy tail, he was forced to turn savagely upon one of these disturbers who had no sense of the fitness of things. " "You don't say so!" exclaimed Shotbolt. " "We waste time with this fellow," interposed Sir Cecil, "and may lose the object of our quest, who, beyond doubt, has taken refuge in this building. ‘Nothing would do for her but to come here,’ grumbled Hilary, wiping his heated brow with a pocket handkerchief dragged from his immaculate white uniform breeches. I don't know whose brainless head it may be, but it'll do for my collection. The old lady clearly read his state of mind, for the apparently irrepressible dimple peeped out.
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