. But the recollection of the warm pliant body in his arms …! "I am a thief!" he whispered. " "Pshaw!" cried Thames. He was sipping a glass of cold gin and water, and smoking a short black pipe. Stanley, standing on the hearthrug with his back to the unlit gas-fire. He sat down on the sill of the open window, folded his arms, and stared straight before him for a long time over the wilderness of tiles and chimney-pots into a sky that was blue and empty.
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