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Sir John gave his order, deliberately stumbling now and then over a word, and anglicizing others. "Hoddy, Hoddy!… No, no! This is my father!" warned Ruth. Swinging her arm in an arc, she let go of the foil and it flew across the chapel towards the main door, crashing down between the pews, and clattering onto the floor. As pretty as its owner. “I have no wish,” he said, “to altogether ignore the fact that you are my wife’s sister, and have therefore a certain claim upon me. She knew that in her new rôle she was as likely as not to be a rank failure. At this moment, a door was opened below; lights gleamed on the walls; and the figures of Rowland and Sir Cecil were distinguished at the foot of the stairs.
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