’ ‘No, sister, I know that, but—’ ‘You needn’t tell me. At the back of her mind there seemed always one irrelevant qualifying spectator whose presence she sought to disregard. Chapter XI THE PUZZLEMENT OF NIGEL ENNISON Nigel Ennison walked towards his club the most puzzled man in London. Above the work-table was a drop-light—kerosene. And there was that dress of hers! She must be warned that she had been imposed upon. Within forty-eight hours the girl would be on her way east and the boy see-sawing the South China Sea, for ever moving at absolute angles. He pulled on his pants, his yellow shirt with the ridiculous horse logo, his brown socks, and shoes. . I had a perfect shoal of callers.
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