” “Why not?” “You see, if I do go home my father objects to the College, and as for typing —” “Don’t go home. Sir John followed her gaze, and also saw them. "My child!" he groaned faintly. He was a small, dark, reserved man, with a large inflexiblelooking convex forehead, and his wife was very pink and high-spirited, with one of those chins that pass insensibly into a full, strong neck. Giving him a wide berth, and keeping her pistol high, she made her way to the door and warily peered through it. Mother and Son XI. Much too formal for a cosy chat between old friends.
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