‘Oh, Jacques, I cannot forgive myself!’ ‘Never you fret, miss,’ he uttered at once in a faint voice. He was dressed immaculately in a suit of heavy Shantung silk. ” Sir John’s head bent lower and lower. “Come,” he said, “you can’t be meaning to bury yourself. "Yes, Auntie! And to date you have cost me precisely sixteen thousand dollars— hard earned, every one of them. ” They loitered under trees, they sat on mossy banks they gossiped on friendly benches, they came back to lunch at the “Star and Garter,” and talked their afternoon away in the garden that looks out upon the crescent of the river.
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