No...well, that is true also, but I was thinking about my dismal reputation family. I just got a position at a nice school, only to find out that one of their main patrons is the mother of a person my father's best friend killed.
Needless to say, she's none too happy about me being here.
Yes, but my father's friend was the one who was cheating. Mr. Adair noticed this, but Col. Moran shot him before he could prove it to the rest of the club.
I've gambled a lot. If you're going to step into a place where you know things can get like that, I believe you're taking your life into your own hands. If the danger is worth the money then you got to accept that the danger might be dished to you just as fast as the money.
It was a men's club in London. The Tankerville, I believe. Most people would not expect such things to happen in so "refined" an atmosphere. And the danger wasn't "dished" at the Tankerville. Moran followed Adair to his house and shot him through a window.
I didn't mean it had to be. Thing is gambling is a game of pride and greed when it is done for leisure. Only a fool expects that environment to be safe.
In my case, I should scarcely think any. The headmistress is paranoid about scandal and lack of funding, and would gladly provide some exaggerated complaint to avoid "controversy."
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dismal reputationfamily. I just got a position at a nice school, only to find out that one of their main patrons is the mother of a person my father's best friend killed.Needless to say, she's none too happy about me being here.
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I just wish the whole matter wasn't affecting me at the present time.
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In my case, I should scarcely think any. The headmistress is paranoid about scandal and lack of funding, and would gladly provide some exaggerated complaint to avoid "controversy."
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