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“Your friend, “DAVID COURTLAW. It has been only the sort of nonsense which passes lightly enough between half the men and women in London. To prevent the leaves from blowing about, should a blow develop, he distributed paper weights. The air might be cool, but half an hour without head-gear was an invitation to sunstroke. They seemed to her that morning to be all armed with nets and prepared to throw them over her directly her movements became in any manner truly free. ” “Nor I,” she remarked tersely. More,’ he said, ‘but I’m told it’s the most amusing thing in London at the present time. "I need not remind you, Sir Rowland, that I am aware you are deeply implicated in the Jacobite plot which is now known to be hatching. “You asked me in to tea,” he protested. The sing-song girl, her fiddle broken, was beating her forehead upon the floor and wailing: Ai, ai! Ai, ai! Spurlock—or Taber, as he called himself—sat slumped in a chair, staring with glazed eyes at nothing, absolutely uninterested in the confusion for which he was primarily accountable. “I don’t know. Before a year has expired, you will share the same fate.
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