She was wearing a becoming tea-gown, and it was quite certain that Sir John would not be home for several hours at least. " "You believe it, father?" "From the bottom of my heart. ’ She stopped, for Jack was feebly laughing. ” “I think,” Lady Lescelles said, putting down her teacup, “that I must send Nigel to plead his own cause. ” “Who was annoyed?” “Mr. Then light footsteps became audible, descending the staircase with a certain deliberation and a faint rustle of skirts. John knew better. " "Never mind it, my dear Mrs.
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