“Ah, Janet, Janet! but those wretched accounts were not over and done with, you see. That is the misery of it.”
Uncle Cornelius rose without another word, bade them good night, and walked out into the wind.
“Ah, Janet, Janet! but those wretched accounts were not over and done with, you see. That is the misery of it.”
Uncle Cornelius rose without another word, bade them good night, and walked out into the wind.