You go to your room and ring for your maid. White, my landlady, believes his story. “Umph!” he said, and regarded his letter doubtfully before consigning it to the pillar-box. She drifted northward from the Strand, and came on some queer and dingy quarters. “I have been amusing myself up to now by trying to earn my living,” she replied.
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