It's so stuffy—and all that tobacco smoke!" He inspected his watch. . CHAPTER XIII. . “Lucy, you have to play for us after dinner, oh please. " "Lead the way to it then, Saint Giles," said Jack, in a tone of mock authority. ” “Wait,” she said. ’ ‘The nuns?’ she said, gazing at him innocently. Her fanciful imagination no longer drew pictures of the aunt in the doorway of a wooden house, her arms extended in welcome. She knew the significance: the red corpuscle was being burnt out by the fires of alcohol. For a few minutes all was silent. ‘You know about that?’ ‘It was the only possible deduction.
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