“You can count upon me, Nigel,” she said. Trodger was lying in wait at the bottom of the narrow stairs. ‘But―but how can he know?’ His soldier’s instinct overtook Gerald and he dropped all his insouciance in a bang, becoming brisk. Before that came your father didn’t even know you were gone. And a custom had grown up of a general tea at four o’clock, under the auspices of a Miss Garvice, a tall and graceful girl of distinguished intellectual incompetence, in whom the hostess instinct seemed to be abnormally developed. ’ ‘What?’ ‘Neat little toy. ” “You cannot play at hide-and-seek with this creature all your life,” he answered.
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