There were mysterious rustlings that made him glance hopefully toward the sea. The key is in my trousers. She was the type that people of every age gravitated to, naturally affable and kind to everyone. The business of serving gave Gerald a few moment’s grace, for he was dubious about the effect on an elderly female, not in the best of health, of raking up old memories. Following her lead, he fortified himself with a swallow of the excellent Madeira before responding. "Saved!" "Ay, ay, it's all bob, my covey! You're safe enough, that's certain!" responded the Minters, baying, yelping, leaping, and howling around him like a pack of hounds when the huntsman is beating cover; "but, where are the lurchers?" "Who?" asked Wood.
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