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Updated: May 10, 2025

But she had not time even to do that, for the next moment Blakeney quietly walked to the table, and, jovially clapped the CURE on the back, said in his own drawly, affected way, "Odds's fish! . . . er . . . M. Chauvelin. . . . I vow I never thought of meeting you here." Chauvelin, who had been in the very act of conveying soup to his mouth, fairly choked.

Baroness Emmuska Orczy - The Scarlet Pimpernel