"What for?" rejoined Quilt, evasively. "What should I do here alone if I were an enemy? But, come, don't let us waste time in bandying words, when we might employ it so much more profitably. She obeyed, extending her arm. The rainstorm, short-lived, began to subside. Paintings sold off the walls. Once before—but that had been different. ” “Mr.
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