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He slackened his pace as he reached the flat. He was bringing the sing-song girl to the hotel!
The strange cortège presently vanished below the window-sill. Mr. “I thought every one had heard,” said Miss Klegg. Sheila had
dropped glaring hints that she knew, which Chuck tacitly
acknowledged with a lowered gaze. The sun was setting in spectacular multicolored
streams beyond Whitefield Park. He was standing at the moment close to the hatch, with his ear at the
keyhole, and received a severe blow in the face. Placing chairs, therefore, he invited the ladies to
be seated, and, paying a similar attention to Jack, began to help to the various
dishes, and otherwise fulfil the duties of a host. Give me
the chisel, Blueskin.
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