” “Did you tell him of the registry office?” “No—o—certainly not so emphatically as I did about the play. At this moment, the landlord of the Crown, a jovial-looking stout personage, with a white apron round his waist, issued from the house, bearing a large wooden bowl filled with ale, which he offered to Jack, who instantly rose to receive it. He lunched in the Legal Club in Chancery Lane, and met Ogilvy. Ennison seemed to feel already the shadow of tragedy approaching. If he had nothing to tell her, she had nothing to ask.
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