She followed, and found him in the nearest chair, his face bent down upon his hands and arms, which were resting on the table.
'What's the matter ?' said her father, who sat there dozing by the fire.
'John isn't well.

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We are going to New Zealand when we are married, father.

A lovely country! John, would you like something to drink ?' 'A drop o' that Schiedam of old Owlett's, that's under stairs, perhaps,' suggested her father.