‘I can see why you lost your place, young Kimble. You're rich. Five minutes ago, his butler had entered the green saloon, an austere apartment, with dark forest-green wallpaper flocked with a swirling design, and heavy mahogany furniture. He was reaching wearily for some kind of buffer to his harrying conscience. The sound of their strident voices floated upwards, the high nasal note of the predominant Americans, the shrill laughter of girls quick to appreciate the wit of such of their male companions as thought it worth while to be amusing. " Glad to make peace on any terms, Mr.
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