Somewhere she had read that it was the proper thing to do and that men liked to be alone with their tobacco. The smell of laundry detergent was noticeable, the bed sheets very tightly stretched across the bed, tucked in on three sides. "Then, by Heaven! you are a dead man!" replied Jack, cocking a pistol, and pointing it deliberately at his head. "This young fool is come to restore the article—whatever it may be—which Lady Trafford was anxious to conceal, and which his companion purloined. Where's the dining room? And, say, can I have some eggs? This jam-tea breakfast gets my goat.
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