The blow had brought him back to the realm of sober thought. Put out your hand and bid me God-speed. ’ ‘Yes, it’s all my fault,’ he agreed soothingly, ‘and you may rail at me presently as much as you please. Their colloquy was ended abruptly by the apparition of Miss Klegg at the further door. "You are very kind," said Jack, returning the money; "but I don't require assistance. The lace was family lace, easily recognizable. They turned off at Glen Grove, a sleepy town of less than two hundred. “Katy Pfister.
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