"How shall I get to you?" "My yacht is in the river. But how long would she last, withering away to a desiccated pile of skin and bone? Round and round she would go. ‘C’est ridicule. " "What's the meaning of all this?" demanded Sir Cecil. ‘What are you going to do now, Gerald?’ He sipped his wine and shrugged.
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