"Rather cramped, eh?" "Rather so, Sir," replied the other, altering his position. He filled his pipe slowly. At this point Lucy, in an effort perhaps—foolhardy, in Gerald’s opinion—to pour oil on troubled waters, rose swiftly to her feet and came towards the old man, her hand held out. She fought a compulsive urge to yank his shirt free.
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