Chapter XI THE PUZZLEMENT OF NIGEL ENNISON Nigel Ennison walked towards his club the most puzzled man in London. He took a handful of the gravelly mud, with which the platform was covered, and threw the small pebbles, one by one, towards the gleam. ‘Parbleu, that pig, he will ruin all. I’m a Socialist, Miss Stanley. Jonathan threw open the street-door. Monroe would lock the whole group of us in the basement, every day. ” She smiled at him cheerfully. "Manuscripts! Why, this chap is a writer, or is trying to be.
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