To her mind, recalling the picture of him the night before, there had been something tragic in the grim silent manner of his tippling. “My dear,” she said, when she could get her breath, “you must come home at once. “Permit me to offer you the English paper which has just arrived, Sir John,” he said, holding out a Daily Telegraph. ’ He sat looking her over in silence for a moment or two, his thoughts revolving around the name and the way it fitted so exquisitely on quite another set of features.
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