He was not, in truth, much of a ladies’ man. He would have to sit down here in Canton and wait, perhaps for weeks. Nobody will ever know what the fleas thought. Annabel shook her head. He was a business man, pure and simple, his eyes were fastened always upon the practical side of life. Running his hand hastily over it, he was startled to find it one complicated mass of bolts and bars. I believe you’ve crushed a gland or something. Her teachers and mistresses had done their best to stamp her mind with an ineradicable persuasion that it was tremendously important, and on no account to be thought about. "Here, Tom," he added, calling to a shop-boy, "run and fetch a constable. Come on.
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