Gay, by his strokes of pleasantry, whether in his writings or
conversation, never lost a friend. CHAPTER XX. ’
Alderley grinned as his incensed friend refuted the suggestion that he was in
need of a pacifier, and moved to the tray which his butler had just a short time
past brought into the room and laid on the desk. He used to call it his fire-escape—ha! ha!
I've often used the ladder for my own convenience, but I never expected to turn
it to such good account. You must not, however, accompany me, Jack. Here was a little corner of the past—a tragic corner. The ledge, along which he crawled, was about a foot wide. “You are not going out—this evening, I trust,” that lady asked, a trifle dismayed. Only of course I must begin
something else at once. dear. 8.
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