’ ‘Yes, it’s all my fault,’ he agreed soothingly, ‘and you may rail at me presently as much as you please. White leaned forward in her chair with an anxious smile designed to throw oil upon the troubled waters. Its shouting now did in some occult manner convey a protest that Mr. Men in this part of the world drink to forget the things they have lost. At the bottom of the trunk was a large manila envelope, unmarked.
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