She finished the olive and looked up. “Don’t befool me any more,” he answered, almost roughly. Go, and let him in. Let us proceed with our tale. As they passed beneath the thick trees that shade the road to Dollis Hill, the gloom was almost impenetrable. “—and your aunt—” For a time he searched for the mot juste. Down there, whisky raises the very devil with white men.
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