” He said. " Spurlock's glance shot up, flaming again. “It was fine and brave of you. A lucky escape. In this hour its colossal selfishness never occurred to him. Besides these there was a warm gooseberry-tart, and a cold pigeon pie—the latter capacious enough, even allowing for its due complement of steak, to contain the whole produce of a dovecot; a couple of lobsters and the best part of a salmon swimming in a sea of vinegar, and shaded by a forest of fennel. He cannot. ‘Sleeping like a baby, he is. There was another phrase which sounded something like 'Gin in a blue-serge coat'.
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