"Adieu, my worthy uncle. To have sprung this upon them to-night would have been worth a thousand pounds. I mean Miss Charvill no harm. She could smell his cologne underneath his collar, or perhaps his aftershave. It was long and narrow, with a ceiling supported by huge uncovered rafters, and so low as scarcely to allow a tall man like himself to stand erect beneath it. “I am giving my understudy a chance. 'But I don't desire to spoil sport,—not I. You are not with the Kent militia, are you?’ ‘West Kent, yes. " "She cannot stay here," the manager declared. ’ She eyed him, all her uncertainty surfacing.
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