The two friends contrasted strikingly with each other. “Oh, Veronica!” she said, “to leave your home!” She had been weeping. The City worried him a good deal, and what energy he had left over he spent partly in golf, a game he treated very seriously, and partly in the practices of microscopic petrography. When next he asked for her, some twelve hours later, he was told that Mademoiselle had left. Vee’s all right. During this colloquy, Jack had contrived unobserved to put on the hood and cloak, and being about the size of the rightful owner, presented a very tolerable resemblance to her. Anything that drew attention to her must be avoided. "Your master wants a few table-spoons, child," said Mrs.
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