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once. In Singapore.
Limber as a rainbow trout."
"She was a swimmer?" asked Highwick sweetly.
Ransom led his Great Uncle William away with a
whisper. "Now don't kid Sloan tonight."
"I wasn't kidding," growled the roguish
octogenarian. "Was he kidding?"
Walter Saar was appraising a Louis XVI settee
when Evelyn Troyes floated down on it and addressed
him. "Mister Saar! Our Jonathan tells me he's been
playing with your boys. And that they're coming along
beautifully. You both have worked so hard. Don't you
think he has real reverence for music?" She paused,
posed, for a response.
"Oh, yes, indeed; in fact, I hope to have him play on
our organ someday without the boys." Saar here
indulged in a game of verbal risk at Mrs. Troyes's
expense. Such self-amusement was a trait he greatly
disliked in himself.
"Have you a nice one then?"
Good God, he thought, was she playing the game
too? "Small compared to the one he has at St.