" "Norris!" gasped Lady Trafford, trembling violently. My father was Colonel Pellissier. “David Courtlaw!” she repeated. The more haste, the worse speed—better the feet slip than the tongue. You’d better not have all the money on you; you had better open a small account in the postoffice and draw it out a fiver at a time. Brendon and I are great chums,” he went on nervously.
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