"I have some difficulty in preventing myself from becoming your executioner. “Why don’t you?” “Well, it might mean rather a row. I don't believe he is much past forty. John looked at his feet bashfully. By degrees, his fears vanished, and hearing nothing, he grew calmer. Even given that he was hopelessly enamoured of the wench, a fact which was obvious to the meanest intelligence. “I should imagine,” he said, shaking out a copy of The Times, “that it is your brain which is addled. ‘I just don’t understand you, Gerald.
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