Like carpenter, like chips. The girl who had just left the room was as great a mystery to him now as on the afternoon when he had met her in Piccadilly and taken her to tea. "He's not my son," rejoined the carpenter. Then the distant relationship to Miss Stanley gave them a slight but pleasant sense of proprietorship in the girl. ‘Moreover, no one will believe any more that Yolande is me when they see this.
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