Sheppard. She saw her mother, her pale face, a woman in a white robe, calling to her from a sun drenched balcony. ‘Grace à vous, I am compelled to rescue myself. These little squares of coloured paper interested her mightily—hotel labels. She was wearing a becoming tea-gown, and it was quite certain that Sir John would not be home for several hours at least. 3. ’ ‘You little fiend,’ exclaimed Gerald wrathfully.
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