“Because I hate you!” She spat. ‘You can’t go to England. Stanley, standing on the hearthrug with his back to the unlit gas-fire. "My chickens are hatched, or, at least, nearly so," replied Shotbolt, with increased merriment. Drink this!” He poured out a glass of wine with a firm hand, and held it to her lips. Superimposed was the agitating thought of what would follow the death of this unwelcome guest: confusion, poking authorities, British and American red tape.
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