I'm not hungry. F. Sheppard found it; and, as no one opposed her, she at once took up her abode there; nor was she long in discovering that the dreaded sounds proceeded from the nocturnal gambols of a legion of rats. ‘Again you seek to interfere in my affairs?’ ‘I did warn you I had every intention of doing so,’ said Gerald. ‘I think,’ he said pleasantly, ‘that it would be as well if you, Hilary, were to go and fetch the troops. And as a natural consequence, they don’t do so well, and they don’t get on—and so the world doesn’t pay them. The tourist season would soon be at ebb, and it would be late in September before the tide returned.
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