“I don’t know how to prove myself to you, John. The windows were still darkened—perhaps she was not home yet. “I got Sydney’s telegram at ten o’clock, and caught the ten-thirty from the Gare du Nord. Wood's displeasure; and he was the more readily induced to do this, as the conversation began to turn upon his own affairs. The emerald wings, slashed with scarlet and yellow, wheeling and swooping about her head, there among the wild plantain. I won’t try. "Done!" cried Shotbolt.
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