Chapter XVI THE DISCOMFITURE OF SIR JOHN Sir John looked from one to the other of the two sisters. The natural gaiety of the place seemed to have affected them both. “I am fairly well known here. It was not that the servants could not, they simply preferred to. ” “But that is ridiculous!” he exclaimed. ” He returned to and developed that idea. Roused by the bell tolling for evening service, Jack left the house. And, as he quitted the room, the poor widow fell with her face upon the floor. When she released him he ran down the beach for a stick which he fetched and laid at her feet. He’s a prig to the finger-tips, is Sir John—doesn’t know what an artist is. Thrilling, she began to dance, swirled, glided, and dipped.
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