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Chapter XI THE PUZZLEMENT OF NIGEL ENNISON Nigel Ennison walked towards his club the most puzzled man in London. Lucy did not move, but instead stared straight forward, her eyes focused on the desk where the presiding teacher on duty was supposed to be. He seemed to be hesitating between two courses of action. Leave go, I tell you!" and he forced open the knife with his teeth. “Oh! please don’t lose yourself in a wilderness of secondary considerations,” she said. She hated it, she hated the mission-house; she hated the sleek lagoon, the palms, the burning sky. And if I hadn't been thirsty, that poor boob would have made a sure getaway and left James Boyle high and dry among the moth-balls! Oh, the old dome works once every so often. “I shot him.
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