You must forgive the poet’s license I take. ‘To me, quickly!’ There was a brief hush, and then the shouts resumed and several pairs of feet clattered towards her from, as it seemed, several directions. I've seen many a clever cracksman, but never one like him. Weeks hurled past, weeks that turned into months. He played variations on this theme for the better part of an hour. I suppose this is the sort of damned rubbish—” “Oh! Ssh, Peter!” cried Miss Stanley.
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