The Master listened, with becoming attention, to the narrative, and, at its
conclusion, shook his head gravely, applied his thumb to the side of his nose,
and, twirling his fingers significantly, winked at his phlegmatic companion. ‘But don’t let me stop you from going to see Charvill. ’
It had not before occurred to him, but this realisation fuelled the general’s
growing conviction that he was being imposed upon in some way. Forgetting the dark thoughts of his last brush with the girl, he dropped the
dagger back in his pocket, quickened his pace, and went back into the house to
look for his hostess. Nice lady. \"Okay, all right, no better time than the
present. Wood's, the carpenter in Wych Street. ‘What the devil for?’
‘Messenger,’ Gerald explained. All the talk in the
world would not describe Ruth.
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