She lit the cigarette with a tiny Kelly green drugstore lighter. ‘I don’t want him having an apoplexy in this house. “I might return the compliment, Courtlaw,” he answered, “by asking why the devil you come lurching on to the pavement like a drunken man. A tinge of admiration rose in his breast. He was a Wiltshire Edmondshaw, a very old family. Having disposed of his steed and swallowed a glass of brandy, without taking any other refreshment, he threw himself on a couch, where he sank at once into a heavy slumber. She twisted her fingers tightly.
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