Her faculties seemed for a moment numbed. She was a trained being—trained by an implacable mother to one end. Brendon,” he said, “may I rob you of your guest just for the drive home? I have only a few hours in England, and Miss Pellissier is an old friend. This way, Sir Rowland. Or, if you must take off my clothes, don't dash cold water on my head. Rummage, my boy, do. Not much.
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