It wasn’t
pretty. "If you have contrived to break out of your confinement,
villain, this is the last place where you ought to show yourself. “Can I bring you anything, sir—a whisky and soda, or a liqueur? You’ll excuse
me, sir, but you haven’t touched your coffee. I had
special ways of getting out of the basement without them
noticing, and often I could smuggle a child or two out for
160
the day and they were never the wiser. "
"Take a glass of gin, Ma'am," cried Poll Maggot, holding up a bottle of spirit; "it
used to be your favourite liquor, I've heard. Superimposed was the agitating thought of what would follow the death of this
unwelcome guest: confusion, poking authorities, British and American red tape. I don’t mind it. ‘I went to see him because I thought he ought to know
about you, having already been imposed upon by our friend Gosse. A person of somewhat artificial graces and mannerisms, she was
for once in her life perfectly natural.
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