She helped Jack to sit down, and dragged the jacket off him, lifting his shirt to expose the gash that had sliced across his side. So I asks the maid a few questions like, and it seems it ain’t Mister Charvill they’re going to visit again, but General Charvill. You’ll be telling me Gerald did not catch you snooping at the Bicknacres, I suppose. They might applaud, or object, or interfere, but the drama was her very own. He had not to wait long. Bitte!.
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