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I suppose I ought to
have been a man. “They seem to come to you
as naturally as disappointment—to other people. ‘How in God’s name did the wretched fellow get in then?’
‘Dug a tunnel?’ suggested Gerald, halting next to a pair of French windows at
the front. But none ever puts his foot on this boat. Mr. Jack tried it, and found it locked. She sank upon her knees and unbuttoned his
coat. ‘Say it. "Saved!"
"Ay, ay, it's all bob, my covey! You're safe enough, that's certain!" responded the
Minters, baying, yelping, leaping, and howling around him like a pack of hounds
when the huntsman is beating cover; "but, where are the lurchers?"
"Who?" asked Wood. How
you dress when you're loafing will be no concern of mine; but fresh twill or
Shantung, when you dine with me, collar and tie.
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