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III,Fred Narracott sat by the engine thinking to himself that this was a queer lot. Not at all his idea,of what Mr. Owen’s guests were likely to be. He’d expected something altogether more classy.,Togged up women and gentlemen in yachting costume and all very rich and important looking.,Not at all like Mr. Elmer Robson’s parties. A faint grin came to Fred Narracott’s lips as he,remembered the millionaire’s guests. That had been a party if you like—and the drink they’d,This Mr. Owen must be a very different sort of gentleman. Funny, it was, thought Fred,,that he’d never yet set eyes on Owen—or his Missus either. Never been down here yet he,hadn’t. Everything ordered and paid for by that Mr. Morris. Instructions always very clear and,payment prompt, but it was odd, all the same. The papers said there was some mystery about,Owen. Mr. Narracott agreed with them.,John is a deep card.No one can bluff him easily.约翰是个机灵鬼。谁也不容易欺骗他 。,The old man retired to the country for rest.这位老人下乡休息去了
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