One fine day you'll make it up with him, Jerry, and he'll slay the fatted calf and you'll have no end of a good time." Just then the clock of a neighbouring church chimed the half-hour, and Jerry jumped to his feet in a hurry.
"My hat! Half-past six! I must be toddling.

What a squanderer of unconsidered hours you are, Diana!.

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Well, by-bye, old girl; it's good to see you back in town.