"Confusion!" cried he; "there is another boat in our wake. Couldn’t make head nor tail of that note of yours. The girl who had just left the room was as great a mystery to him now as on the afternoon when he had met her in Piccadilly and taken her to tea. Not entirely. She prevaricated. It’s—Mrs. gutenberg. He only stays here for you, hoping in vain. I don’t know what has come over me. ‘Brung the lantern, I did, and opened the door again in case you was ready.
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