It is no more a murder, but a duel, you understand. Thus, we do not necessarily
keep eBooks in compliance with any particular paper edition. "
"Will you be taking a pole-chair?"
"If that's the racket. When she came in after dinner that night, Ruth was no longer an interesting
phenomenon, something figuratively to tear apart and investigate: she was
talismanic. He was a square-faced man of nearly fifty, with iron-gray hair a mobile, cleanshaven mouth and rather protuberant black eyes that now scrutinized Ann
Veronica. Lonesomeness isn't my
worry. Spurling bit her lips to conceal her
mirth. The soldiers! They must not find her here. He lunched in the Legal Club in Chancery Lane, and met Ogilvy. 195
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A CITY IN GREECE, 589 B. He read but little, and that chiefly healthy light fiction with chromatic titles,
The Red Sword, The Black Helmet, The Purple Robe, also in order “to distract
his mind. ”
He stood looking at the preparations before them with an unusual preoccupation
of manner, then roused himself to take her jacket, a little awkwardly, and hand it
to the waiter who hung it in the corner of the room. A man's laced hat,—whether adopted from the caprice of the moment, or
habitually worn, we are unable to state,—cocked knowingly on her head,
harmonized with her masculine appearance. I don’t want to tear at you
with hot, rough hands.
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