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Chapter 283
Chapter 16 COMMON CRIMINALSAN AMUSED smile curled Mr. Corson's unpleasant mouth. Mr. Wainright, senior, bobbed to his feet, though through no belated urge of chivalry. Lillian Manill rose languidly, pretending to suppress a simulated yawn with the backs of her white fingers. Young Mr. Wainright shuffled uneasily from one foot to the other. "I am afraid, Miss Henders," said Corson, "that you do not quite grasp the situation. You-" "It is you who fail to grasp it, Mr. Corson," snapped Diana, "and please remember that you have only an hour in which to pack." Corson dropped his suavity. "See here," he exclaimed, "I've fooled along with you as much as I'm going to. You're the one who's going to get off this place. You haven't a right on earth here. You don't own a stick or a ston
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