She dropped beside the chair, sat cross-legged, and laughed at the futile jade-coloured wall. He was standing up with the telegram crumpled in his hand. She had recourse to the torn off strip of petticoat again, and blowing her nose with an air of determination, sniffed back the tears. And I've already told you the accident was not Jack's fault. "Jack!" she cried, raising her head.
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