"Aren't you afraid?" "Of what?"—serenely. ‘But who was he, Gerald?’ ‘A damned condottiere,’ exploded Gerald, forgetting his company. ‘And me?’ ‘Oh, you’re mad because you wish to blow off my head. “I might return the compliment, Courtlaw,” he answered, “by asking why the devil you come lurching on to the pavement like a drunken man. “But I have no troubles. Wood became sensible that he was not alone. “She has been to my flat before. I will give you all some tea, and then I must leave you for a few minutes. “Oh good. I take the life out of men. Ramage admitted the force of that. The room was dark and dusty.
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