"It's a touch of the old blood-and-thunder dope, isn't it, sir? Mortgage and all. The villain still pursued her. Only the juvenile to cast, and there, as we say in The Dream, sir, is a play fitted. I used to enjoy them old pieces."
"You talk too much, Colly," said Gaunt mildly.
"That's right, sir. Beg pardon, I'm sure. Associating with young Mr. Claire must have brought out the latent democracy in me soul. I tell him there's no call to worry over his sister. 'It's easy seen she hates his guts,' I said, if you'll excuse me."
"I'll excuse you altogether. I'm going to work."
"Thank you, sir," said Colly neatly, and closed the door.
(from Colour Scheme, by Dame Ngaio Marsh)
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