She was correct, and when I went directly to the street she had named, there you were, walking into the Butcher Shop. A time may come when this little chap will need my aid, and, depend upon it, he shall never want a friend in Owen Wood. But somehow he could not bring any of these affairs to an orderly end. She stared out of the paned glass window, watching the trees being blown bare by the gale force. "I am. Sir John hesitated, and then continued.
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