How long he sat there, reeling off this drivel, he never knew. "You mean, it doesn't matter?" "Poor Hoddy! When you were ill in Canton, out of your head, you babbled words. Nice goings on. After that time, I shall place my setters on your heels. In this state, it will be easy to draw him into a snare. The key is in my trousers.
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