d he care what became of any of that cold, callous race?With a sigh, he put these thoughts aside and discovered that the gentlemanwas still talking. Arabella's teasing accusation oflateness continued to vex him and on the way to Harley-street he examinedhis watch as though He beganto imagine the sorts of questions they might ask him and to prepare a varietyof clever answers. Again the deadlyhorsemen swirled against the sides of the square like waves.
He did not sayany thing. He whispered tohimself, A man cannot help his training. Be patient. He paused.
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