When he was gone the Baron Vanboeren sat down and panted; his pipe had gone out, and he clutched it in his hand like a weapon and continued for some minutes, in the good old phrase, very much disordered.
"That old fool," he mutters, in his native German, "won't come near me again while I remain in London."
This assurance was, I suppose, conso
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