Once he chuckled aloud. “I will go,” he said. “He is very kind, Anna, really, and not half such a prig as he seems. I will take you for thirty-five shillings a week. She was lamentably without comparisons; such few young men as she had seen—white men—had been on the beach, pitiful and terrible objects. 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. I can’t. ‘No more, Saling, no more,’ said Mrs Sindlesham in accents of exhaustion. And I have no more the pistol.
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