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Chapter XXIX
MONTAGUE HILL PLAYS THE GAME
The man opened his eyes and looked curiously about him. “At a boarding-house?” he gasped. Life’s hard enough nowadays for an
unprotected male. ’
‘You traitor, Gerald,’ laughed Lucilla, her yellow curls bouncing under a huge
straw bonnet all over flowers. Wood. Not to go to her is wickeder
than if I had run away with my friend's wife. ’
A laugh escaped her. "
Thames glanced at the despatch, and, after a moment's reflection, inquired, "In
what way is the attempt upon my life to be made?"
"That I couldn't ascertain," replied Jack; "but I advise you to be upon your guard. He regretted now that in his idle hours he
hadn't hunted up one against the rainy day. In the afternoon he probably loafs in
his pajamas. He glanced up. “I thought I was just up against Morningside Park and father, but it’s the
whole order of things—the whole blessed order of things. "My limbs feel so light, now that my irons are removed," he observed with a
smile, "that I am half inclined to dance. The room was papered with green, large-patterned
paper that was at worst a trifle dingy, and the arm-chair and the seats of the other
chairs were covered with the unusual brightness of a large-patterned chintz,
which also supplied the window-curtain.
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