Evidently her foresight has saved me a funeral. They were bickering, she could tell by the way the mother threw her fat arms into the air and paced restlessly about the tiny clapboard house. Then a servant girl brought in a telegram. ’ ‘I’m afraid you are right. " Her attitude now entirely sisterly, he ceased to be afraid of her; there was never anything in her eyes (so far as he could see) but friendly interest in all he said or did. 225 “Sebastianus. ” “Capital!” Mr. F.
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