It's my way when I'm ruffled. I do not wish to return to Paris. ” Courtlaw laughed hardly. ” “But I AM anxious,” said Mr. Milice,’ Gerald translated. The evening breeze came; the bamboo shades on the veranda clicked and rasped; the loose edges of the manuscript curled. ’ ‘I’m coming to that.
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