You mustn’t do things like that. He's got the gift of the gab. And, if I'd my own way, I'd drown 'em all like a litter o' puppies. I have done n-nothing. "I told you I would call to bid you farewell, Mr. ‘But I find you excessively rude, Gérard. She alone of them all knew that he was on the first leg of the terrible journey to the beach. But seriously ——” “Well seriously?” “Isn’t it your own fault a little? Why do you not tell me your address, and allow me to call upon you. You dear, dear girl. You, sir,” he added, turning to Brendon, “had better take my card round to the police station in Werner Street and ask that Detective Dorling be sent round here at once on urgent business. Stanley.
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