"These writer chaps are queer birds. Sydney was strumming over a new song which stood upon the piano. She was given a glimpse of his soul. "I will have it now," rejoined Trenchard, "or our agreement is void. ” They left the restaurant just as the rain slowed to a dull trickle, the fury of the storm exhausted, having left mirror puddles in its wake. ” “Yes. You have all the earmarks of a fugitive from justice. ” “I’m afraid it can’t. ” “How delightful!” exclaimed Anna. Sheppard, "and, if it please you to visit your indignation on any one let it be upon me, and not on your excellent husband, whose only fault is in having bestowed his charity upon so unworthy an object as myself.
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