"Unless you have eaten a Syrian orange," he was always saying, "you have only a rudimentary idea of what an orange is. “It is not, of course, a pleasant subject of conversation for you or for me, yet I think I may venture to suggest to you that your sister’s—er—indiscretions—have reached a point which makes a separation between you almost a necessity. ’ ‘You’re going to break into the house? You’re mad. " "Come, Sir!" thundered the latter, "no trifling! Perhaps," he added, opening a warrant, "you'll obey this mandate?" "A warrant!" ejaculated Kneebone, starting to his feet. From suburbs, from country towns—everywhere. He had been on the point of leaving the restaurant. You call it a lot of nicknames—“Babs” and “Bibs” and “Viddles” and “Vee”; you whack at it playfully, and it whacks you back. “It isn’t a joke,” she said. Pig and brute! Yet calling him hard names would not help her. In the northwest angle, there was a small pen for female offenders, and, on the south, a more commodious enclosure appropriated to the master-debtors and strangers. ‘What the devil for?’ ‘Messenger,’ Gerald explained.
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