‘A little promenade, madame?’ Madame Valade rose from the chintz-covered chair with alacrity and a little rustle of her silken petticoats. Wood started to his feet. Hurled over the sides of the skiff, the ruffian speedily found a watery grave. “If you wish,” he said, “I will go there in the morning and see what can be done for him. " "Do what you please with him," muttered Trenchard to Wild.
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