" "Come, lad; let's have it," said McClintock. “We were good friends in Paris, weren’t we? You made me all sorts of promises, we planned no end of nice things, and then—without a word to any one you disappeared. Then, very awkwardly, he took a stool and placed it at the end of Ann Veronica’s table, and sat down. He became a little less en garde. So long as they're about, I'll always be rewriting them and wasting my time. Let me lie in Willesden churchyard.
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