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"Oh, God!" cried Jack, "she does not know me. "I don't know; I really don't know. ‘I believe that. Sheila’s own waif of a husband had objected to her
airing the truth, he had even gotten the nerve to bring up
the word divorce. “MY DEAR VERONICA,—Your aunt tells me you have involved yourself in
some arrangement with the Widgett girls about a Fancy Dress Ball in London. But she did not listen long; she wanted to talk. I freely forgive you. Manning; secondly, by some measure or other, she meant
to go on with her studies, not at the Tredgold Schools but at the Imperial
College; and, thirdly, she was, as an immediate and decisive act, a symbol of just
exactly where she stood, a declaration of free and adult initiative, going that
night to the Fadden Ball. ”
He put his hands in his pockets, his mouth puckered to a whistle, and he went
to the door of the outer preparation-room and stood there, looking, save for the
faintest intensification of his natural ruddiness, the embodiment of blond
serenity. "I told you that before," rejoined Wood, testily. "Right!—right!" cried Jack, striking his fettered hands against his breast. ToC
Mrs.
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