And if I hadn't been thirsty, that poor boob would have made a sure getaway and left James Boyle high and dry among the moth-balls! Oh, the old dome works once every so often. “I imagine,” Sir John said, “that your sister would acquaint him with it. He turned in at the club. From me. But I vowed that Ruth should never suffer the way I did—and do. “Look here, Ann Veronica,” he began.
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