"Vat ish it, Mishter Vild?" inquired Mendez. He beamed as she whispered to 22 him that she had seen a table so fine or tasted such wonders. "I fear we're too late," he whispered to Thames. “I hope,” said Miss Stanley, with dignity, and turned doorward with features in civil warfare. Lucy saw it happen as if in slow motion. ’ ‘I don’t, as a matter of fact,’ Gerald said decidedly, a frown creasing his brow.
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