He was the beachcomber, or the old sailor with the black pearl (Ruth's tales), or the wastrel musician McClintock had described to him. The walls were bare, and painted in stone-colour; the floors, devoid of carpet; the beds, of hangings; the windows, of blinds; and, excepting in the thief-taker's own audience-chamber, there was not a chair or a table about the premises; the place of these conveniences being elsewhere supplied by benches, and deal-boards laid across joint-stools. “Thank you,” he said, “for letting me back. ’ Gerald laughed. “One has to be so careful of one’s friends and acquaintances,” he remarked, by way of transition. She watched the people and hummed softly to herself. ’ ‘They? How many are there?’ ‘Oh, peste. " And she burst into a wild hysterical laugh. One mistress enough to ruin a man,—two, the devil. He now understood her interest in Taber, as he called himself: habit, a twice-told tale. The Frenchman had moved back into Piccadilly from Down Street, at which the lad following him had immediately sauntered away a yard or two. His baggy shorts sagged over knobby knees that tapered into decrepit Reebok sneakers. In the present instance she did not want any interference; she did not want the doctor's wisdom to edge in between these two young fools and spoil the drama.
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