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"The peacock." "I tell you," said Mrs. Oliver, "he frightens me. It's really scary when you find that things are just upside down. I mean it turns out he followed you instead of you following him -- of course it did a little bit before -- and I've been thinking about it. Actually, to be honest, I'm scared, and I don't know why. He speaks very politely, but I'm just afraid. Anyway, there he was, and he said to me, 'Come up with me and see the studio.' I followed him up a very unsteady staircase, a kind of ladder, with a young man at the top — a very dirty young man — who was painting, and a girl as a model. She's clean and pretty. We all talked for a while, and they were very nice and polite. Later, I said I had to go home, and they showed me the right way back to the King's Road. However, it is impossible for them to tell me the correct path. Of course, maybe I made a mistake. You know, when people point out the way, turn left in the second alley, turn right in the third street and so on, sometimes it happens to be the opposite, at least I will. Anyway, I came to a slum near the river. At that time,sonicator homogenizer, I was not too afraid. I think I must have been too unwary when the peacock hit me on the head. "I think she must be a little deranged." The nurse said in an explanatory tone. "Who said that? I didn't!" Said Mrs. Oliver. "I know what I'm talking about." The nurse opened her mouth wide, got a scolding look from the nun, and quickly closed it again. She was dressed in velvet and satin, and her hair was long and curly. Said Mrs. Oliver. A peacock in satin? A real peacock, ma'am? Did you say you saw a peacock near the river in Chelsey? "A real peacock?" "Of course not," said Mrs. Oliver. What a nerve! What's a peacock doing on the banks of the Chelsea River? It seems that no one can answer this question. 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He rang the doorbell in the old-fashioned way and waited for the trusty servant George to open the door. But now, when he returned from visiting the hospital, it was Miss Li Meng who opened the door. You have two visitors. "Miss Li Meng's voice is very pleasant. Although it's not a whisper, it's a few steps lower than usual." One is Mr. Colby and the other is Mr. Roderick? Old Mr. Horsfeld. 。 I don't know who you want to see first. Roderick? Sir Horsfeld "Said Perrault thoughtfully.". He made this consideration with his head turned sideways, a bit like a Robin bird, and he was judging how this latest development might affect the whole thing. However, at this time, Mr. Gao Bi suddenly appeared in the small room for Miss Li Meng to type as usual, apparently, she had arranged him there earlier. Bai Luo took off his coat and Miss Li Meng hung it on the coat rack in the aisle for him. According to his habit, Mr. Gao Bi spoke to the back of Miss Li Meng's head this time. "I'll go into the kitchen and have a cup of tea with George," said Mr Colby. "My time is my own. I keep it to myself." He went into the kitchen obediently. Mr. Perrault stepped into the drawing-room, where he saw Sir Roderick pacing up and down in a tigerish manner. "Gotcha, kid," he said kindly. "Telephones are amazing." Do you remember my name? I'm flattered. "Well, I don't really remember your name," said Sir Rodrik. "You know, I've never been good at remembering names, but I can never forget faces." "I'm calling the Metropolitan Police," he added proudly. "Oh!" Perrault showed a trace of surprise, though he knew that this was what a man like Sir Roderick liked to do. They asked me who I was looking for, and I told them to get me a top boss. I'm telling you, that's what life is all about, young man. Never engage in business with minor people. It's no use. It's my style to find a tall man. I'm telling you, I told them who I am. I said I wanted to talk to the big boss, and finally they got through for me. This guy was also very polite. I told him that I wanted to find out the address of a staff member of a coalition intelligence unit who had worked with me somewhere in France in a certain year and month. The guy seemed confused, so I said, 'You should know who I mean.' I said a Frenchman, or a Belgian. You're Belgian, right? I said, 'His name seems to be Acheilus, but it's not Acheilus.' I said, 'Only like Acheillus, not tall.' I said,ultrasonic metal welding, 'With a beard.' Now he seems to have some connections. He said he thought your name might be in the phone book. I said yes, but then I said: Surely his name is not only Achilles or Hechley (which he gave me)? I don't remember his last name. So he told me. A very polite fellow, indeed very attentive. 。 fycgsonic.com