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Douglas, Norman, 1868-1952

"South Wind"


"Why not? Wouldn't you get more fun out of life if you were?"
"I have Perrelli."
"Always your old Perrelli! That reminds me, Eames. I mean to talk to
van Koppen as soon as he arrives about getting that book of yours
published. He is good for any amount. Koppen is your man."
There was a mischievous twinkle in his eye, as he said this.
"Please don't," implored Mr. Eames. "You will annoy me very seriously."
"Don't be absurd, my poor fellow."
"You can't think how much you will annoy me! How often have I told
you--"
"Then you must lunch with me to-day, together with the bishop. Don't
trouble about driving to the Old Town to see your cousin," he added to
Mr. Heard. "She is sure to be at the reception of the Duchess this
afternoon."
Mr. Eames said:
"So sorry. I must get back home. I only came out to speak to a man
about a collar--for my dog, I mean. Another day, if you don't mind. And
no millionaires, whatever you do!"
He departed, rather awkwardly.
"He is shy," Keith explained.


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