The City worried him a good deal, and what energy he had left over he spent partly in golf, a game he treated very seriously, and partly in the practices of microscopic petrography. And all this time perhaps you have been waiting, expecting to hear from me. “It’s odd—I have no doubt in my mind that what we are doing is wrong,” he said. The evening breeze came; the bamboo shades on the veranda clicked and rasped; the loose edges of the manuscript curled. What are you going to tell me?" "Nothing. " "Well, it's mighty fine of you to break your journey in this fashion—for someone you don't know, a passer-by. Lord Charvill’s sense of justice would not, however, allow him to repudiate his granddaughter, if indeed this female proved to be the infant lost to the family so many years ago. It was a boy baby cooing in swaddling clothes, a baby who had just been born to the butcher's servant across the alley, the maid Isobella who trailed behind, beaming.
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