‘Give me that!’ He took his finger away from her neck and made a grab at the handkerchief. He stood there, large and dark, enunciating, in his clear voice from beneath his large mustache, clear flat sentences, deliberately kindly. The proposal is so far from being exorbitant, that it should be trebled if I had not a fellow-feeling in the cause. An inarticulate instinct which now found expression. If she spoke to a policeman she did not know what would ensue. Presently he began to weave a tale, sorry enough, with all the ancient claptraps and rusted platitudes.
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