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Portrait of Edgar Wallace Edgar Wallace Bones in London — CHAPTER XI. A STUDENT OF MEN (1921)

If a girl cannot go to lunch with her cousin——"
Bones jumped up from his chair, shrugged his shoulders rapidly, and forced a hideous grin.
"What does it matter to me, dear old Ham?" he asked. "Don't think I'm worried about a little thing like a typewriter going out to lunch. Pooh! Absurd! Tommy rot! No, my partner, I don't mind—in fact, I don't care a——"
"Jot," said Hamilton, with the gesture of an outraged bishop.
"Of course not," said Bones wildly. "What does it matter to me? Delighted that young typewriter should have a cousin, and all that sort of thing!"
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Portrait of Edgar Wallace Edgar Wallace Bones in London — CHAPTER XI. A STUDENT OF MEN (1921)

It's not right, dear old thing. It's not manly, dear old sport. What the devil did her father have a sister for? I never knew anything about it."
"They ought to have told you," said Hamilton sympathetically. "Now come and have some food."
But Bones refused. He was adamant. He would sit there and starve. He did not say as much, but he hinted that, when Hamilton returned, his famished and lifeless form would be found lying limply across the desk. Hamilton went out to lunch alone, hurried through his meal, and came back to find Bones alive but unhappy.
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