By degrees, his fears vanished, and hearing nothing, he grew calmer. The great gray boles of the palms reminded him of some fabulous Grecian temple. Fortescue rambled round the garden with soft, propitiatory steps, the Corinthian nose upraised and his hands behind his back, pausing to look long and hard at the fruit-trees against the wall. Lady Trafford uttered a prolonged scream, and fainted. A wrathful God was watching him.
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