Finally, at the exit into Regent’s Park, they ran against Miss Klegg. How the deuce did I ever manage to
father such a brainless nincompoop? A nun, for God’s sake! A confounded
Catholic nun. ’ She released the pistol which lay in her lap and
gestured expressively with her hands. She could tell that he probably
wanted to kiss her, but she did not act upon the
opportunity. She had
tried him as a Crusader, in which guise he seemed plausible but heavy—“There
IS something heavy about him; I wonder if it’s his mustache?”—and as a Hussar,
which made him preposterous, and as a Black Brunswicker, which was better,
and as an Arab sheik. She could think of nothing more to say. It’s awkward,
but we’ll get round it somehow.
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