" On quitting the Lodge, Wild repaired to his own habitation. A ragged gray moustache drooped from the corners of his mouth and a ragged wisp of whisker hung from his chin. ” “H’m!” said Ann Veronica, and shook her head. ’ *** It must have been fate, Gerald decided, near an hour later, staring intently at the closed French windows on the raised alcove that led out to the terrace. “Please, Michelle, let’s not fight. Where can I have heard it!" "Devil knows," rejoined Blueskin.
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