I don't believe he is much past forty. Will you not, brother?" "Promise," said a deep voice in Trenchard's ear. "You've got to kill me to get out of here alive. He moved, after quiet intervals, with a quick little movement, and ever and again stroked his small mustache and coughed a selfconscious cough. If you can tell me nothing I don’t already know, so be it.
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