“No. They’re just a joyous softening of the outline—more beautiful than perfection. Doesn’t matter a bit to me. ’ ‘You mean the one that you refused to feed?’ demanded Gerald, seizing this promising cue and adopting a mournful note. Take care he don't see you,—and bring me word where he goes, and what he does. Only a book detective could dope this out. Still—I don’t know whether I quite like—Something ramshackle about those people, Vee. Listening at one of the doors leading to the Master Debtors' side, he heard a loud voice chanting a Bacchanalian melody, and the boisterous laughter that accompanied the song, convinced him that no suspicion was entertained in this quarter.
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