‘You have a knack of saying just the wrong thing. “There are a few fees. “But frankly, I mean to fight this through if I possibly can. "That he couldn't choose any one so agreeable to me. Take my child to—it is—oh God!—I am sinking—take it—take it!" "Where?" shouted Wood. Chapter XXX SIR JOHN’S NECKTIE Sir John, in a quiet dark travelling suit, was sitting in a pokey little room writing letters. “You poor child!” he said; “don’t you see the infinite folly of these proceedings? Think! Think of the love and affection you abandon! Think of your aunt, a second mother to you. Lucy stared at the girl for a long ten seconds, and then looked away.
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