Stanley, standing on the hearthrug with his back to the unlit gas-fire. His subconscious sensed the unnaturalness of it and recoiled. On the contrary, his glass was never idle, and finding it not filled quite so frequently as he desired, he applied himself, notwithstanding the expressive looks and muttered remonstrances of Mr. "Flight is still left me," replied Trenchard.
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