This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1914 Excerpt: ...under which--I have told her. Claude. With a slight frown. You have? He turns to Freda. Nothing, I hope, to my discredit? Freda. By no means. No. Claude. It was one of those--happenings Jeffery. Nothing more. Fate. I conveyed that. Claude. Forgive me--but I can't help wondering--why you told Mrs. Guildford? Jeffery. ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1914 Excerpt: ...under which--I have told her. Claude. With a slight frown. You have? He turns to Freda. Nothing, I hope, to my discredit? Freda. By no means. No. Claude. It was one of those--happenings Jeffery. Nothing more. Fate. I conveyed that. Claude. Forgive me--but I can't help wondering--why you told Mrs. Guildford? Jeffery. Why? Claude. Yes. Jeffery. Shifting in his chair. Oh--well--I had come to ask something Freda. Impulsively, as she bends forward. Oh, Mr. Jervoise--it had never occurred to me--though it should have--that your wife disapproved of your visits! Claude. With a violent start. My wife! Freda. Yes. Claude. Amazed--after a fierce look at Jeffery, who has his eyes fixed on the wall-paper, and is humming a tune. But how--who Freda. Does she? Claude. Ghiawing his lip. Dear lady Freda. Does Mrs. Jervoise disapprove? Claude. Clearing his throat. Mrs. Guildford--my wife is a most admirable woman--and Heaven forbid that I should say one word against her. Jeffery. In a confidential murmur to the wall. Mrs. Guildford and I would join with Heaven in forbidding it. Claude. Turning fiercely on him. Panton--it seems absurd and impossible--but I cannot help connecting you with this. Jeffery. Who has now completely recovered his aplomb. Isabel came to me yesterday--and confessed that she was unhappy. Claude. She went to you I Jeffery. Lightly. As to a father. I suppose I'm old enough to be her father. How old is Isabel now? Claude. Leaning forward. Mr. Panton, permit me to say that this action of yours is the most Freda. Breaking in quickly. No, no. It w&afine of Mr. Panton. And I am grateful to him. Claude. Turning to her. Don't say that, I beg of you. He had not the least right. It was ungenerous--to a degree. Jeffery. You see, Tsabel is unhappy. Claude. Energe...
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