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She got up, put the neat cuffs she had made into her work-basket, and went to the bureau for the little cards in the morocco case. " "Not utterly," rejoined the other. Here he halted; and, looking upwards, read, at the foot of an immense sign-board, displaying a gaudily-painted angel with expanded pinions and an olive-branch, not the name he expected to find, but that of WILLIAM KNEEBONE, WOOLLENDRAPER. " "He's let out for a few hours," laughed Kneebone; "but he's going back again after supper. "As long as you please, Sir," answered the matron, dropping a curtsey. He had been very easy or she had been very lucky. My mind is full of ideas and images that I have been cherishing and accumulating—dreams of travelling side by side, of lunching quietly together in some jolly restaurant, of moonlight and music and all that side of life, of seeing you dressed like a queen and shining in some brilliant throng—mine; of your looking at flowers in some old-world garden, our garden—there are splendid places to be got down in Surrey, and a little runabout motor is quite within my means. "Are you my son? Are you Jack?" "I am," replied Jack. It was Blueskin.
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