The hansom drove off. He was a tall man and fair, with bluish eyes that were rather protuberant, and long white hands of which he made a display. Never sent for the shirt. His suspicions at first fell upon you. I consented. I told them lies. He was wrapped in a laced roquelaure, which he threw off on his entrance into the room. Or, after all, is it worth while? The Channel is a little broader than the Boulevards— but one crosses it sometimes.
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