Perceiving he was about to take leave, Kneebone ventured to ask whom he had had the honour of addressing. Such was the hubbub and tumult around him, that the carpenter could not hear its plunge into the flood. “Well,” he said slowly, “I had met you three times—before Drummond’s dinner. I don't believe his name is Taber.
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