The folds of a thick muslin neckcloth in some degree protected him, but the gash was desperate. “Gross. I’ve to collect my sword and hat, and then we must get back to London. . It is only a matter of time before he presents himself to whoever has the deeds to Remenham House—a lawyer I presume—and claims that property for his wife’s. At times I swear I’ve never met a more jaded fifteen-year-old, and your lie about being sixteen didn’t get by me for one second, believe it. He came in with his hands in his trousers pockets and a general air of depression in his bearing. “It was inevitable,” he declared. Anna——” Again she stopped him, but this time it was not so easy. A thing which had mystified her since childhood, a smouldering wonder why it should be, and until now she had never felt the urge to investigate. “Idiots!” she said, when she heard this pandemonium, and with particular reference to this young lady with the throaty contralto next door. In the interim, Jack advanced to the woollen-draper, and regarding him sternly, thus addressed him: "You have violated the laws of hospitality, Mr. Fly! fly!" "As soon as I can do so with safety, I will return, or send to you," said Jack.
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