Never mind. It’s to do with adolescence. Her voice was soft and singularly musical; but from time to time she uttered old-fashioned words which forced him to grope mentally. More than ever Sir John was glad that he had sat down. No umbrella either, the sky was delightfully overcast. . To her mind, recalling the picture of him the night before, there had been something tragic in the grim silent manner of his tippling.
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