I can’t. Unless you have removed all references to Project Gutenberg:
1. Chapter XXX
SIR JOHN’S NECKTIE
Sir John, in a quiet dark travelling suit, was sitting in a pokey little room writing
letters. ’ She
stopped, for Jack was feebly laughing. Take me with you. From the white beach
the palms ran in serried rows quarter of a mile inland, then began a jungle of
bamboo, gum-tree, sandalwood, plantain, huge fern, and choking grasses. ’
Martha looked up, belligerence in her tone. Her heart in her
mouth, she heard his foot scrape on the floorboard and knew from his expression
that Gosse had heard it too. She told me the tale the other night, and
I've only elaborated it. ”
“No, I don’t. A gaunt, powerful man: no feature of his face decided, and yet
for all that it had the significance of a countenance hewn out of rock. But to live at
peace with your neighbour…. "
"It wasn't the fumes of whisky that toppled him out of his chair.
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