. " The detective ruefully inspected the scarlet band on his perfecto. " "Poor child!" muttered Trenchard, abstractedly; "the whole scene upon the river is passing before me. She let Jack go as he passed through the opening. I'll be wanting my sixteen thousand. She whipped round suddenly, and discovered the woman wedged into the corner by the window, keeping out of the way. " "I don't care for that," replied Jack. “But if you had?” she said. He was bewildered. For a long time neither spoke again. ’ ‘Leonardo again,’ Gerald muttered and, to her disappointment, dropped her hand. . . But what else he saw fit to teach her I do not care to stipulate.
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