She climbed slowly towards it, keeping close to the hedge side, fragrant with wild roses, and holding her skirts high above the dew-laden grass. "But don't wait for me, Sir Cecil. Wood required little pressing. ” “It’s very kind of you—” began Ann Veronica. There was, it might be said, a double illumination. She could not help thinking of Capes.
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