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Fortescue rambled round the garden with soft, propitiatory steps, the Corinthian nose upraised and his hands behind his back, pausing to look long and hard at the fruit-trees against the wall. "You!" cried Jack, scornfully. By this action, Lucy already knew what the answer was. When, by slow and toilsome efforts, he had arrived midway, something obstructed his further progress. ‘Let’s see now. “Why don’t you wear your white blouse more often? It is the prettiest shirt you own. Did you really doubt if I knew?” “No. "Jack," continued Thames, addressing Sheppard, who had only just recovered from the blow, and regained his feet, "I don't ask how you came here, nor do I blame your rashness in doing so. The one problem was that it didn’t fly. "Your son," replied Jack,—"your miserable, repentant son. He will have to return to Hong-Kong.
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