Kneebone took his leave. There was one letter. "Excuse me," he said, plunging his fork into a fowl, and transferring it to his plate. And there was no intimation whatever that the blinds would ever go up or the windows or doors be opened, or the chandeliers, that seemed to promise such a blaze of fire, unveiled and furnished and lit. “I can’t see what possible benefit can come of discussing things that are settled. Won’t you let me—can’t I be of any assistance?” He was obviously in earnest.
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