given up looking at the illustrated papers. She had said she was going into a convent at Birkenhead — but twice he had seen photographs of her. The first
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[Ссылки могут видеть только зарегистрированные пользователи. Зарегистрироваться...] Earl and Countess of Ulleswater — and a Lord Swindon, talked of as next minister for International Finance — a new Business Peer . . . All three walking straight into the camera in the courtyard of Lord Swindon’s castle . . . all three
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The sting had, however, been in the second picture — in the description of it supplied by the journal! It showed Sylvia standing in front of a bench in the park. On the bench in
[Ссылки могут видеть только зарегистрированные пользователи. Зарегистрироваться...] profile there extended himself in a guffaw of laughter, a young man in a top hat jammed well on to his head, which was thrown back, his prognathous jaw pointing upwards. The description stated that the picture showed Mrs Christopher Tietjens, whose husband was in hospital at the Front, telling a good story to the son and heir of Lord Birgham! Another of these pestilential, crooked newspaper-owning financial peers . . .
It had struck him for a painful moment whilst looking at the picture in a dilapidated mess anteroom after he
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