’ ‘Begging your pardon, miss, but I think as how you ought to go back to London,’ Jack ventured. . She went down, flushed and light-hearted, to the Widgetts’ after lunch to make some final arrangements and then, as soon as her aunt had retired to lie down for her usual digestive hour, took the risk of the servants having the enterprise to report her proceedings and carried her bag and hold-all to the garden gate, whence Teddy, in a state of ecstatic service, bore them to the railway station. Besides—there is Sir John. But now it’s beads by the cask—like the hold of a West African trader.
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