I'm afraid of trouble in the shops.

The unions are determined to push me to the limit of my patience." "Why the deuce don't you get rid of the shops ?" "They're the handiwork of my father, and I'm proud to follow his steps." Bennington's eyes were no longer at peace; they sparkled with defiance.

"Half-past ten!" suddenly.

"I must be going.

My luggage is still at the hotel.