‘I have said that I can manage without a weapon. How many men can claim as much? Good night, Emerson. I accept your plan. You need have no fear of my failing in my role.’ Emerson did not reply. A most peculiar expression had come over his face. I watched him for a moment, relishing the situation with, I fear, a malice most unbecoming a Christian woman. ‘Your pocket is on fire,’ I added. ‘I thought when you put your pipe away that it was not quite out, but you dislike advice so much…. Good night.’
😂😂 la scène d'après il essaye d'éteindre le feu qui se déclenche dans ses poches 😂
