"He just asked for his coat, which he wanted under his pillow. He stood upon the threshold, dangling his eye-glasses in his fingers, stolid, imperturbable, mildly interrogative. ” “Men,” said Miss Miniver, “NEVER have a reason. As she raised it, its lower portion fell apart into two baggy crimson masses. Here again the clothes were minus the labels. The wastrel, the ne'er-do-well, who went mostly nobly to a fine end. Cast off this weakness. “I will believe you. ” He beamed over the effect of this and shook hands with effusion, and Lady Palsworthy suddenly appeared as his confederate and disentangled the vicar’s aunt. ” He called for a hansom. "I told you that before," rejoined Wood, testily.
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