She met the keen grey eyes of a clean-shaven man, between forty and fifty, quietly dressed in professional attire. So I packed up and came to London next day. Mr. ‘Ah, there is the little menace itself,’ he drawled, recovering some of his own sangfroid. 1. There was plenty of sweet water.
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