“I don’t see, Mollie,” he remarked, taking a cigar from the box on the table as his sister and daughter rose, “why you and Vee shouldn’t discuss this little affair —whatever it is—without bothering me. A few minutes later Sir John left the room. Each of my scholars thinks it his own shirt. His large, coarse lips drew wider apart.
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