"Restore it," he cried, in an authoritative voice. “Round midnight, I think. . “If only Sir John were not Sir John I would ask you
to come and have some supper. Several
people were passed out on the sectional sofa, and muffled
noises emanated from other rooms indicating that the
party’s embers were still smoldering, but John was
nowhere to be seen. ”
It occurred to her that she had never seen her father dining out before, never
watched him critically as an equal. He mumbled an apology and then stopped short. Spurling, you're a witness to the bet. “Sorry to be so terribly rude, Martin. Can you lend
me some stuff?”
“You ARE a chap!” said Constance, and warmed only slowly from the idea of
dissuasion to the idea of help. Everybody seemed greatly concerned
about the sincerity of Tolstoy.
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