Andrew's
church, the bell of which was tolling, was covered with spectators. Yes, of course. Sheila’s boys hadn’t been much help when
they were around the house, anyway, they were more
partial to lolling around on couches and running around
with their girls. Stanley, consenting with dignity. So strongly was he impressed with this idea, that grasping the iron bar with both
hands, he dashed it furiously against the door, making the passage echo with the
blows. Tucked under the writing-table a pair of yellow and gold Turkish slippers of a
highly meretricious quality caught her eye. "No"—as if her thoughts were elsewhere. ”
TRANSCRIBER'S NOTE:
Typesetting and editing of the original book from which this e-text has been
transcribed was inconsistent. There was a bare chance that he had been
mistaken.
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