A Thief in the Night: a Book of Raffles' Adventures by E. W. (Ernest William) Hornung
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even have had a turn, if only I had been less uneasy about you,
Bunny." "It was like you to come back to help me out," said I. "But to lie to me, and to inveigle me with your lies into that house of all houses - that was not like you, Raffles - and I never shall forgive it or you!" Raffles took my arm again. We were near the High Street gates of Palace Gardens, and I was too miserable to resist an advance which I meant never to give him an opportunity to repeat. "Come, come, Bunny, there wasn't much inveigling about it," said he. "I did my level best to leave you behind, but you wouldn't listen to me." "If you had told me the truth I should have listened fast enough," I retorted. "But what's the use of talking? You can boast of your own adventures after you bolted. You don't care what happened to me." "I cared so much that I came back to see." "You might have spared yourself the trouble! The wrong had been done. Raffles - Raffles - don't you know who she was?" It was my hand that gripped his arm once more. "I guessed," he answered, gravely enough even for me. "It was she who saved me, not you," I said. "And that is the |
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