“My God!” and ceased to move. " With no little effort—for the right words had a way of tumbling back out of reach—he marshalled his phrases, and as he uttered them, closed his eyes to lessen the possibility of a break. ‘Good God! Everett Charvill, as I live. . . You can tell me the rest another time. He became a little less en garde.
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