I didn’t ought to have sent for him. She flew up the covered stairs and knocked upon his door. F. There lay upon this stand a book bound in limp black leather—the Holy Bible. " "Poor soul!—poor soul!" groaned Wood, brushing the tears from his vision. For a while they stood there, silent, motionless, staring at the doorway where still a few strings of the bamboo curtain swayed and twisted, agitated by the Wastrel's passage. This child was frequently disconcerting. Chapter XI THE PUZZLEMENT OF NIGEL ENNISON Nigel Ennison walked towards his club the most puzzled man in London. 1.
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