Chapter XI
THE PUZZLEMENT OF NIGEL ENNISON
Nigel Ennison walked towards his club the most puzzled man in London. "Mr. It has come,—and sooner than you expected. Melusine,
I’ve remembered something that may help you. Find out what I have done or failed to do. Whatever you need to do, it is your business. "
"Now, mark me," said Jonathan, "and you'll find I don't do things by halves. “Did your foster dads ever try to molest you?”
“Of course they did, John. Her aunt did not object to capital punishment or war, or the industrial system
or casual wards, or flogging of criminals or the Congo Free State, because none
of these things really got hold of her imagination; but she did object, she did not
like, she could not bear to think of people not having and enjoying their meals. "
The shock of hearing this title pronounced was equally distributed between Ruth
and her husband; but it aroused two absolutely different emotions. He went into the study and sat down at his table, but not to write. Wood, was much better furnished
with eatables than might have been expected, and boasted a loaf, a knuckle of
ham, a meat-pie, and a flask of wine.
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