I—well, I lost my temper. I’m convinced that much of Russell’s investigations are on wrong lines, unsound lines. Perhaps these few words were the first real conscious words he had uttered in days. The young man had knocked over the siphon. ” “It is you,” he cried, “you, who are talking folly, when you speak of friendship between you and me. Wild," said Sheppard. He wore a silk hat a little tilted, and a morning coat buttoned round a tight, contained figure; and a white slip gave a finish to his costume and endorsed the quiet distinction of his tie. . It's a long time since we met, eight years and more. ‘Too late by the time I realised to what a dunderhead I’d pledged my friendship.
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