Chapter XI THE PUZZLEMENT OF NIGEL ENNISON Nigel Ennison walked towards his club the most puzzled man in London. A sudden knock at the door startled her. " "I think I remember reading something about your father in the papers," observed Wood. Wood, with a look meant to reduce her supposed rival to the dust. For was not Gerald a gentleman? An Englishman, whose services any female—excluding her own self so idiote— would be very happy to have. “You asked me in to tea,” he protested.
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