Dead Men Tell No Tales

was another living man with whom I would have linked arms at that time.

“Good?” cried he. “Nonsense, my dear sir! I’m only afraid you find it devilish rough. But, at all events, you’re coming to dine with me tonight.”

“Am I?” I asked, smiling.

“Rather!” said he. “My time here is short enough. I don’t lose sight of you again between this and midnight.”

“It’s most awfully good of you,” said I again.

“Wait till you


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was another living man with whom I would have linked arms at that time.

“Good?” cried he. “Nonsense, my dear sir! I’m only afraid you find it devilish rough. But, at all events, you’re coming to dine with me tonight.”

“Am I?” I asked, smiling.

“Rather!” said he. “My time here is short enough. I don’t lose sight of you again between this and midnight.”

“It’s most awfully good of you,” said I again.

“Wait till you


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