” “Sorry. How the deuce did I ever manage to father such a brainless nincompoop? A nun, for God’s sake! A confounded Catholic nun. But Jonathan was not to be deterred. She had been in the drawing-room for a few minutes before the gong had sounded, and had chattered gaily to every one. She went to a dramatic agent, and he turned out to be the one who had heard me sing in Paris. As soon as he gets into blue water, he'll think no more of pitching the boy overboard than of lighting his pipe. There you are, the best client’s chair. ‘The credentials, milor’,’ he ventured. .
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