Chapter XI
THE PUZZLEMENT OF NIGEL ENNISON
Nigel Ennison walked towards his club the most puzzled man in London. So
here I am, king of all I survey, with a predilection for poker, a scorched liver, and
a piano-player. She did not hear his approach, but continued her occupation without
raising her head. "You are angry?"
"Very. It’s one of our conventional superstitions. ”
To her relief, Trodger sent one of his men posthaste to London with this
missive, while the other went to fetch the horse, having been given precise
directions on how to negotiate the passage so that he might find it at the other
end. She made a few
protests, a few excuses for her action in accepting him, a few lame explanations,
but he did not heed them or care for them. \"
\"Would you like me to carry some of the books? I
have nothing to bring home today. ’
‘But where then is Gosse?’ demanded Melusine. "I love you like a son, and will follow you like a
dog. "I'm prudence personified.
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