Dead Men Tell No Tales by E. W. (Ernest William) Hornung
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attentions. "It was awfully good of you," said I, taking his arm
as though I had known him all my life; nor do I think there was another living man with whom I would have linked arms at that time. "Good?" cried he. "Nonsense, my dear sir! I'm only afraid you find it devilish rough. But, at all events, you're coming to dine with me to-night." "Am I?" I asked, smiling. "Rather!" said he. "My time here is short enough. I don't lose sight of you again between this and midnight." "It's most awfully good of you," said I again. "Wait till you see! You'll find it rough enough at my place; all my retainers are out for the day at a local show." "Then I certainly shall not give you the trouble " He interrupted me with his jovial laugh. "My good fellow," he cried, "that's the fun of it! How do you suppose I've been spending the day? Told you I was going to Lancaster, did I? Well, I've been cooking our dinner instead - laying the table - getting up the wines - never had such a joke! Give you my word, I almost forgot I was in the wilderness!" "So you're quite alone, are you?" |
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