He looked at his port wine as though that tawny ruby contained the solution of the matter. "Ever play one of these machines?" "Yes. But they were too late. " "Couldn't … couldn't I go with you this afternoon?" "Too hot. "You depart for Lancashire to-morrow. "Well, Joan," said the benevolent mechanic, after he had looked at her steadfastly for a few moments, "what say you?—silence gives consent, eh?" Mrs.
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