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He seemed to charge her with the ruin of their situation. "Can I help you, Jack?" asked Thames, taking up a plane. Pramlay received them in the pretty chintz drawing-room, which opened by French windows on the trim garden, with its croquet lawn, its tennis-net in the middle distance, and its remote rose alley lined with smart dahlias and flaming sunflowers. Vorsack looked pale and pink. Outside in the hall he paused and thoughtfully stroked his smooth blue chin. “What do you mean?” she asked. “So far you’ve got me and I you. So I come suppliant. They had shared almost seventy five wonderful years there in nearly utter seclusion before it came time to move on. At Christmas he gave her a set of a small edition of Meredith’s novels, very prettily bound in flexible leather, being guided in the choice of an author, as he intimated, rather by her preferences than his own. "Just in time," said the thief-taker. "Curse me, if I don't think all the world means to cross the Thames this fine night," observed Ben.
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