Kneebone, a woollen-draper in Wych Street, with whose pockets, it appears, Jack, when a lad, made a little too free. ‘Read that,’ and threw the telegram at me, so that it went into the tureen. The question ceased to be a tea-table talk, and became suddenly tragically real for Ann Veronica. Not daring, however, to listen to it, he ran on. When they were home, the pair headed for the Big Apple or the warmth of the Beck’s family table.
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