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. "Good-b'ye, Jack," said Figg, putting on his hat. " "You don't remember your mother?" "Oh, no; she died when I was very little. " Ten minutes' walk brought them to the hotel. For the first time a definite doubt possessed him. It came to her like a dear thing rediscovered, that she loved Capes.
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