"You are, Sir," thundered Jonathan; "and, unless you find him, you shan't hold your place a week. Lucy cringed, her eyes widening. He regretted— more deeply than he could say—the occurrence of this evening. He looked at his port wine as though that tawny ruby contained the solution of the matter. “Broddick is a heavy man,” he was saying, “and the main interest of the play was the embezzlement. This discovery made, I hastened back to London to offer you my hand, but found you had married in the mean time a smock-faced, smooth-tongued carpenter named Sheppard. The day was unseasonably humid and dark, a thick fog having descended over manicured lawns.
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