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Gay, was a stout,
good-looking, good-humoured man, about thirty-six, with a dark complexion, an
oval face, fine black eyes, full of fire and sensibility, and twinkling with roguish
humour—an expression fully borne out by the mouth, which had a very shrewd
and sarcastic curl. There were two of them. Chapter XI
THE PUZZLEMENT OF NIGEL ENNISON
Nigel Ennison walked towards his club the most puzzled man in London. Shall I bring off anything?" he added, looking eagerly round. At the same time Sydney
and Brendon also vacated their places. She hung about his chair, followed
him to the door, touched his sleeve timidly, all the while striving to pronounce
the words which refused to rise to her tongue. I am sorry, but you have spoilt me. She wanted to think of him as her
beloved person, to be near him and watch him, to have him going about, doing
this and that, saying this and that, unconscious of her, while she too remained
unconscious of herself. “What a beautiful mare’s nest!” she exclaimed.
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