"Her ladyship—" faltered the attendant. "No offence, I hope, my dear Mrs. “How are you, Lucy?” Martin ran to catch her in the
crowded hall. The asylum was approached by a broad gravel walk,
leading through a garden edged on either side by a stone balustrade, and shaded
by tufted trees. The tide'll bring him to us fast enough. "
"Tell him so, and have done with him, Sir Rowland," observed Jonathan coldly. "Not so," replied Jack, throwing down the skreen. Yet in some
hidden corner was a vein of sentiment, of which for the first time in his later life
he was now unexpectedly aware. There were sidetables and a writing table, similarly buried in bric-a-brac,
and the chair by the French doors could hardly be seen for blankets. Spurling, and her now accepted suitor, resumed their seats.
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