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Then, mysteriously, he no longer smelled or tasted it. The evening breeze came; the bamboo shades on the veranda clicked and rasped; the loose edges of the manuscript curled. Come on. ” “But Hainault—was—a pal. He sent me flowers. "Certain. ‘Nothing would do for her but to come here,’ grumbled Hilary, wiping his heated brow with a pocket handkerchief dragged from his immaculate white uniform breeches. "Come here," said the petticoated tyrant. " "Not unless your skull's bullet-proof," cried a voice at his elbow; and, as the words were uttered, a pistol was snapped at his head, which,—fortunately or unfortunately, as the reader pleases,—only burnt the priming.
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