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l air of dissipation which would have made his own person the fitting object of a Scotland Yard investigation. He was immensely tickled by his own adventures, and laughed heartily as he recounted them

marched as though they were six months gone with child

“Man is a vain animal.

“Your idea of a woman is some one who gets on a chair and shrieks if she sees a mouse.

Man is an unoriginal animal.

“Mon ami, you must make your own deductions. You have ‘access to the facts!’ Concentrate your grey cells.

A good intelligence—and so deplorably lacking in method. There is an exercise most excellent for the development of the little grey cells. I will impart it to you—”

whom will a woman lie? Sometimes for herself, usually for the man she loves, always for her children.

“Let me see, was that the old lady who was poisoned?

'There! Now we're friends!' declared the minx. 'Say you're sorry about my sister--'

'I am desolated!'

'That's a good boy!'