“I propose,” Sir John said, “that we pay for our dinner—which we haven’t had— tip the garçon a sovereign, and take a cab to the Ritz. On reaching the churchyard, he perceived the melancholy procession descending the hill. In truth, she had been quite glad to lose the argument about remaining while the bullet was dug out of Jack’s side. ‘I can’t do that.
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