Fame of any sort was folly and she knew better. ‘Stay, Saling!’ The butler halted, looking round enquiringly. ‘Well, this maid,’ went on Kimble eagerly, ‘and me, we gets to talking, see, and that’s how I knew he were off to this party. ’ Lucilla gaped. I'm not quite such a greenhorn as Shotbolt, Jack, whatever you may think.
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