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Soao up and see for hied, white face

The top floor was unlighted, the door closed, no one answered his

ringing, he could hear no sound He was obliged to descend, shivering

under his fur, a chill at his heart Hailing a cab, he told the man to

drive to Park Lane

On the way he tried to recollect when he had last given her a cheque;

she could not have more than three or four pounds, but there were her

jewels; and with exquisite torture he reh to take theh for them to

live on for ot

out with the calculation unmade

The butler asked whether Mrs Soames was in the cab, the master had told

him they were both expected to dinner

Soames answered: "No Mrs Forsyte has a cold"

The butler was sorry