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I hadn't so much as put the glass to my lips when the door swung open, the street noise momentarily heightened, and we looked up to see who it was coming in with the wind. It was St. Ives's man Hasbro, who should have been in Chingford tending the home fires. Hasbro had the air of a man in a hurry (not his usual demeanor) and you can imagine that we were suddenly anxious to hear him out.
— Apr 15, 2016 12:58PM
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We rose as a body, all of us longing for bed after the food, drink and excitement of the evening. Only Uncle Gilbert seemed fresh. He insisted now that we lay our hand atop each others' hands and recite the old, 'One for all and all for one,' oath of the Musketeers--harmless enough, except that it was Gilbert Frobisher to whom we were swearing an oath, it seemed to me.
— Apr 17, 2016 10:11AM
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Maddeningly, there was nothing for it but to wait. St. Ives had declared it necessary. The absence of asbestos caps declared it necessary. The two of us would sit on our hands in Blackboys and be satisfied with our lot, hoping to God that the Tipper would appear, and quickly, although to my mind it was a long shot. Like as not the Tipper was just another rum mug in the employ of Ignacio Narbondo.
— Apr 16, 2016 02:27PM
