“I’m next, Mr. Somewhere she had read that it was the proper thing to do and that men liked to be alone with their tobacco. The drawers at the moment were too busy to attend to her, and she would have seized the opportunity of examining, unperceived, the assemblage within, through a little curtained window that overlooked the adjoining chamber, if an impediment had not existed in the shape of Baptist Kettleby, whose portly person entirely obscured the view. ’ ‘Can you prove it?’ demanded Hilary.
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