“I wonder,” he said, and went off at a tangent. It’s just upon my lunch-time. “Please, Michelle, let’s not fight. How the deuce did I ever manage to
father such a brainless nincompoop? A nun, for God’s sake! A confounded
Catholic nun. She was a lovely girl, attired in deep mourning, and
having an expression of profound sorrow on her charming features. He
died when I was. What an adventure! Of course, you'll bark your shins here
and there and hit your funnybone; but the newness of everything will be
something of a compensation. ‘Keep still, for God’s sake! Hilary will send him off all right and
tight, never fear.
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