The dusky obscurity of the room was twice welcome. Too damned chickenhearted to confess to me he’d run off with the woman. ‘A spitfire, ain’t she, sir?’ Roding ignored this. He talked at the blackboard in a pleasant, very slightly lisping voice with a curious spontaneity, and was sometimes very clumsy in his exposition, and sometimes very vivid.
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