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Then she passed from the room on the arm of General Lord Charvill, chatting animatedly to him. ’ He laughed. The Law was around the corner and down the narrow hall, puffing a Virginia Slims Menthol in frantic sips, teetering uncomfortably out of an emergency exit door. His face was half hidden under a freshly pipeclayed sola topee—sun-helmet. “There is no—Good God!” he exclaimed. And you have to thank her presence, hot-headed boy, that I do not chastise your insolence as it deserves. "You came hither under my protection, and you shall depart freely,—nay, more, you shall have an hour's grace. "My child!" he groaned faintly.
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