Explore "The Trespasser, Volume 1" by Gilbert Parker on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
In his bedroom Gaston made a discovery. He chanced to place his hand in the tail-pocket of the coat he had worn. He drew forth a letter. The ink was faded, and the lines were scrawled. It ran:
It's no good. Mr. Ian's been! It's face the musik now. If you want me, say so. I'm for kicks or ha'pence -- no diffrense.