"When the butcher's boy tells you in confidence, and with an eye to a tip, that the grocer's brother has a very fine piece of very old sculpture which he is prepared to part with for a moderate consideration, what do you suppose he means?" Walking slowly uphill among the olive trees, Mr. Cardan meditatively put the question.
"I suppose he means what he says," said Miss Thriplow.
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