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“I have come for an explanation,” she said. The
knife is at my breast. “You’ll do no such thing, Sheila. He had not been successful as the world counted success; the fat
bank-account, the filled waiting room of which he had once dreamed, had never
materialized except in the smoke of his evening pipe. Capes most unfair,” Miss Klegg went on in a small, even voice;
“MOST unfair! I’m glad you spoke out as you did. "You can shave him, you know. "
That satisfied something of her undefined hunger. I pity her from the bottom of my heart. "
A detective. There was all the knavery, and more than all the drollery
of a Spanish picaroon in the laughing eyes of the English apprentice; and, with a
little more warmth and sunniness of skin on the side of the latter, the
resemblance between them would have been complete. Then enter Mr.
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