Wait, though. The situation bothered him considerably. He was an outside broker and the proprietor of a financial newspaper; he had come up very rapidly in the last few years, and Mr. ‘I do not command your services, mon major. Maggot, laughing. Jack, whose clothes were covered with dust, and whose face was deathly pale from his recent exertion, looked more like a phantom than a living person. Then he opened the study door and called “Mollie!” and returned to assume an attitude of authority on the hearthrug, before the blue flames and orange glow of the gas fire. She carried herself well, whereas her brother slouched, and there was a certain aristocratic dignity about her that she had acquired through her long engagement to a curate of family, a scion of the Wiltshire Edmondshaws.
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