I must suffer for my blunders." Mr.Caryll continued to smile.

But that the light was failing, the spy might have observed a certain hardening in the lines of his mouth.
"Here is a very humble mood," said he.

"It is like the crouch before the spring.

In whom do you design to plant your claws ?--yours and your friends yonder." And he pointed with his cane across the street towards the loungers he had observed.
"My friends ?" quoth Mr.Green, in a voice of disgust.

"Nay, your honor! No friends of mine, ecod! Indeed, no!" "No?
I am at fault, then.