“My husband!” she laughed a little derisively. He took some Oreos from the bottomless supply that stocked the cookie jar. The postilion obeyed, and dashed off as hard as his horses could gallop along the beautiful road leading to Neasdon and Willesden, just as the serving-men made their appearance. The same night he met Meddoes and Drummond together, the latter over from Paris on a week’s leave from the Embassy. There was a time, long, long ago, when the tears would have rushed to my eyes unbidden at the bare mention of generosity like yours, Mr. Thwart me, and I become your mortal enemy.
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