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She said you HAD some money. Retribution has a queer way of acting sometimes. A time may come when this little chap will need my aid, and, depend upon it, he shall never want a friend in Owen Wood. I wasn’t. ‘Didn’t mean to say that. " "Well, think no more about it," returned Thames. \" She opened the front door with her keys, stepping inside. She had treated him badly; she had hurt him and her aunt; she had done wrong by their standards, and she would never persuade them that she had done right. Across the blackboard the colored chalks flew like flights of variously tinted rockets as diagram after diagram flickered into being. He turned, expecting to see his wife. ‘Can’t have been a common housebreaker, you see,’ Hilary explained to Lucilla, quite unnecessarily. Over the mantel, set into an ornately carved panel with fluted columns at each end, was a portrait of a man on horseback. Wood and Thames taking their places on either side of it, and Jack at a little distance behind. “Sir John is not at all that sort. You Ann Veronica?” “Rather! I say—did you marry Gwen?” “Yes.
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