“Don’t you care for Mr. But with returning breath came returning vociferations; and the carpenter, with a faint hope of lessening the clamour by change of scene, took up his lantern, opened the door, and walked out. So he sharpened a score of pencils, and after fiddling about and rewriting the last page he had written the previous night, he plunged into work. ” “May I put you in a hansom?” he asked, lifting his stick. ‘I am Major Gerald Alderley of the West Kent Militia. His baggy shorts sagged over knobby knees that tapered into decrepit Reebok sneakers. “You remember our first meeting?” “Yes,” he answered hoarsely.
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