) He hesitated. Who could say that the two weren't in collusion? When a chap like Spurlock jumped the traces, cherchez la femme, every time. For a few moments, Thames regarded the little girl through the half-opened door in silence. She directed the orchestra to tune again. She read beautifully because the fixed form of the poem signified nothing. So he resolved to try another tack. He then barred and double-locked the door, took out the key, (a precautionary measure which, with a grim smile, he said he never omitted,) thrust it into his vest, and motioning the couple to follow him, led the way to the inner room. She tried not to blush. But she doesn’t and won’t divorce me. ‘Dieu du ciel, for what do you take me?’ ‘I don’t know,’ he threw at her. Your career at the bar had given you a command of language, also a self-control not vouchsafed to us ordinary mortals. “It was a bad day for me,” he said, speaking slowly and painfully.
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