Mr. Justice Raffles by E. W. (Ernest William) Hornung
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all his glory!"
Teddy snatched his face from his hands. "You don't know him, do you?" "I might almost say I know him at home," said Raffles. "But as a matter of fact I met him abroad." Teddy was on his feet. "But do you know him well enough--" "Certainly. I'll see him in the morning. But I ought to have the receipts for the various instalments you have paid, and perhaps that letter saying it was your last chance." "Here they all are," said Garland, producing a bulky envelope. "But of course I'll come with you--" "Of course you'll do nothing of the kind, Teddy! I won't have your eye put out for the match by that old ruffian, and I'm not going to let you sit up all night either. Where are you staying, my man?" "Nowhere yet. I left my kit at the club. I was going out home if I'd caught you early enough." "Stout fellow! You stay here." "My dear old man, I couldn't think of it," said Teddy gratefully. |
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