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"Harkye, Sir," rejoined Darrell; "one word before I move. . ‘I must. The same night he met Meddoes and Drummond together, the latter over from Paris on a week’s leave from the Embassy. “What are you doing?” he asked. Her name was Rhea. He was wearing a new silk hat, with a slightly more generous brim than its predecessor, and it suited his type of face, robbed his dark eyes a little of their aggressiveness and gave him a solid and dignified and benevolent air. My mind is full of ideas and images that I have been cherishing and accumulating—dreams of travelling side by side, of lunching quietly together in some jolly restaurant, of moonlight and music and all that side of life, of seeing you dressed like a queen and shining in some brilliant throng—mine; of your looking at flowers in some old-world garden, our garden—there are splendid places to be got down in Surrey, and a little runabout motor is quite within my means. "Better than your company, Saint Giles," replied Sheppard; "so, shut the door, and make yourself scarce. Chapter XXX SIR JOHN’S NECKTIE Sir John, in a quiet dark travelling suit, was sitting in a pokey little room writing letters. ‘But you are idiot. ” He gave the note to the parlormaid the next morning in an inadvertent, casual manner just as he was leaving the house to catch his London train. . The resemblance was amazing! And some man—he was good-looking—was in the background.
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