“And what was that dreadful confession you had to make?” he was saying. She was noisy and hilarious and enthusiastic, and her hair was always abominably done. Besides, you cannot visit people armed with a pistol in London, you know. “So you found Rhea, I see. His hair flew out from the sides of his head like black bats from a belfry, it was unruly and long. “It—it—must come,” she faltered. ’ ‘Indeed, I’m beginning to think so,’ he said ruefully. "You're not out yet, you young hound," rejoined Quilt, striving ineffectually to burst open the door.
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