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CHAPTER FIFTEEN | An Embarrassed Toilet-1
CHAPTER FIFTEEN An Embarrassed Toilet–––––––– I was soaked to the bone, and while Peter set off to look for dinner I went to my room to change. I had a rubdown and then got into pajamas for some dumb-bell exercises with two chairs, for that long wet ride had stiffened my arm and shoulder muscles. They were a vulgar suit of primitive blue, which Blenkiron had looted from my London wardrobe. As Cornelis Brandt I had sported a flannel nightgown. My bedroom opened off the sitting-room, and while I was busy with my gymnastics I heard the door open. I thought at first it was Blenkiron, but the briskness of the tread was unlike his measured gait. I had left the light burning there, and the visitor, whoever he was, had made himself at home. I slipped on a green dressing-gown Blenkiron had lent m
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