But he was wide awake. "It is Jonathan. "Somebody ought to get hold of that young man," said Prudence, grimly, as she nodded in Spurlock's direction. ‘Well?’ demanded Miss Froxfield, accepting a glass of lemonade proffered by a passing lackey. All emotions laid hold of him, but none could he stay long enough to analyze it. Celestial Uncles! Spurlock chuckled, and a bit of chestnut, going down the wrong way, set him to coughing violently. “I knew,” she said, in a low despairing tone, “that people would talk.
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