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Ennison listened,
and he forgot where he was. For a long time to come that would
naturally be the theme of any story he undertook to write. Melusine crossed to open it, and immediately the knocking intensified in
volume. It was he
who saw them first coming down the room—Annabel in a wonderful white satin
gown in front, and Sir John stiff, unbending, disapproving, bringing up the rear. She lost it in the Mint. Martha was quite right. It was grated and crested with spikes,
like that he had just burst open, and thinking it a needless waste of time to force
it, he broke off one of the spikes, which he carried with him for further purposes,
and then climbed over it.
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