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'—'They can't,' says I. ”
She blushed deeply. "
"Bring your story to an end, Sir," said Trenchard who had listened to the recital
with mingled emotions of rage and fear. "You hay'n't
hurt your arm, I trust, my dear?" he added, anxiously. Until the age of five she adored him. ‘Have you
any more pretty toys like that knife about you?’
‘The girl’s a regular arsenal,’ Hilary snapped, giving up into his senior’s hand
the nasty little weapon he had snatched. The evening breeze came; the bamboo shades on the
veranda clicked and rasped; the loose edges of the manuscript curled. I have been the
vicomte’s secretary, remember. She is called
Madame Ibstock, you understand. Maybe the girl was telling the truth, and then again,
maybe she wasn't. Kneebone and his Friends
V.
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