But there's a person in the hall—a very odd sort of man—waiting to see him, who won't be sent away. ‘What are the chances, do you think, of that thing being already cocked?’ ‘Probably not even loaded,’ suggested Hilary hopefully. “I forbid it!” she said firmly. “TROUSERS!” she whispered. She turned with an effort. He was wrapped in a laced roquelaure, which he threw off on his entrance into the room. She realized that he was the sort of man one does not think much about at dinners. I want to put myself into your hands.
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