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“Are you sure you’re never going to need any more help?” she said. He did not need to hear any more. He had known more than she could have told him, before that. He understood all of the presentiment that had troubled him on the way there. For that moment he was without any common vanity, and very calm. “I may often need it,” he said, and there was nothing but compassion in his voice. “But I must take it where I’m lucky enough to find it…I know what you mean. But I never tried to make you fall in love with me. I wouldn’t wish that kind of trouble on anyone.” “I knew that,” she said, just as quietly. “But I couldn’t help wishing it.” She came towards him, and he stood up to meet her. He knew that she was going to kiss him, and he did not try to stop her. Her mouth was hot and hungry against his. His own lips could not be cold. That would have been hypocrisy. Perhaps because his understanding went so much deeper than the superficial smartness that any other man might have been feeling at that time, he was moved in a way that would only have been cheapened if he had tried to put words to it. He felt her lithe softness pressed against him, her arms encircling him, her hands moving over him, and did not try to hold her away. Presently she drew back from him. Her hands were under his coat, under his arms, holding him. The expression in her eyes was curiously hopeless.”
― Leslie Charteris, Follow the Saint

“homely countenance as he pawed off the wrapping paper from the bottle of Vat 69. He pulled out the cork, placed the neck of the bottle in his mouth,”
― Leslie Charteris, Follow the Saint

“prescriptions speared on to hook files in the dispensing compartment”
― Leslie Charteris, Follow the Saint

“he never made any definite plans on such occasions, but he had an infinite faith in impromptu action and the bountiful inspirations of Providence.”
― Leslie Charteris, Follow the Saint

“Verdean showed no improvement in the afternoon. Towards five o’clock the Saint had a flash of inspiration, and put in a long-distance call to a friend in Wolverhampton. “Dr. Turner won’t be back till tomorrow morning, and I’m afraid I don’t know how to reach him,” said the voice at the other end of the wire, and the flash flickered and died out at the sound. “But I can give you Dr. Young’s number—” “I am not having a baby,” said the Saint coldly, and hung up. He leaned back in his chair and said, quietly and intensely, “Goddamn”
― Leslie Charteris, Follow the Saint

“He got up from the table and went through to the study which adjoined the dining-room. It was a rather small, comfortably untidy room, and the greater part of its walls were lined with built-in bookshelves.”
― Leslie Charteris, Follow the Saint