\" Said John as he piled the papery remnants of their meal onto the tray. “I heard nothing,” he declared, “and my ears are good. “I know nothing about your wife. While the girl kept the patient from dwelling upon his misfortunes, whatever these were, he himself would have to keep the girl from brooding over hers. ‘She won’t. Prudence. It needs cultivating, I think. ” “I sent a telegram, aunt,” said Ann Veronica. ’ ‘It cannot be helped now. Mauled about!” She fell to rubbing her insulted lips savagely with the back of her hand. Never mind, I’ve got plenty. Having drunk as much as he thought prudent, and thanked his unknown friend for his attention, Jack again lay down on the straw, and indulged himself with another nap, intending to get up as soon as it was perfectly dark. Wood.
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