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“I shall leave the flat to you and go to a hotel. Then we can loiter and gossip to our heart’s content. A dry cough's the trumpeter of death. That’s all. In each pause she could sense his growing trepidation. . Happened to be at the Chariot, you know, with Trodger, and it’s review day. And I, I am happy to say, am in the delightful position of being in the know. It was horrible, but she must do it. He shut his eyes and groped for the wall to steady himself, wondering if this bit of mummery would get over. Dese ere not schouts, as you faind, but jonkers on a vrolyk; and if dey'd chanshed to keel de vrow Sheppard's pet lamb, dey'd have done her a servish, by shaving it from dat unpleasant complaint, de hempen fever, with which its laatter days are threatened, and of which its poor vader died. Here I am as an alternative either to nasty work—or going home. The strong potation he had taken, combined with fatigue and anxiety he had previously undergone, made him oversleep himself, and when he awoke it was just beginning to grow light.
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