And a custom had grown up of a general tea at four o’clock, under the auspices of a Miss Garvice, a tall and graceful girl of distinguished intellectual incompetence, in whom the hostess instinct seemed to be abnormally developed. On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. Sheppard, faintly. Gerald stood quite still for a moment or two, listening intently. ‘What Gerald wants with you has me beat. ” “But Hainault—was—a pal. ‘You were right, miss.
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