She found herself anxious to read more of him, and the next Wednesday she went to the British Museum and hunted first among the half-crown magazines for his essays and then through various scientific quarterlies for his research papers. He was sipping a glass of cold gin and water, and smoking a short black pipe. "But you've done well to trust me. "I call this ere crib the Little-Ease, arter the runaway prentices' cells in Guildhall. Her eyes were perhaps a little brighter than usual, the firelight played about her hair, there seemed to him to be a sudden softening of the straight firm mouth. I know where everything valuable is kept. You women, with your tricks of evasion, you’re a sex of swindlers. Then it was the woman herself who was changed. They are their mother’s sons.
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