” There followed an instant’s pause, and then Ann Veronica had decided to misunderstand. In any case, there was no doing anything on a Sunday and Brewis Charvill, his main quarry, had gone out of town unexpectedly. The man himself was not a pleasant object. ‘That’s my pet name. He was sipping a glass of cold gin and water, and smoking a short black pipe. . CHAPTER XXX. For all that, it is folly.
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