Oh dear!—how sorry I am I ever left Wych Street. You go home and wait a century, Vee, and then try again. He stood upon the threshold, dangling his eye-glasses in his fingers, stolid, imperturbable, mildly interrogative. ‘You know about that?’ ‘It was the only possible deduction.
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