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You don’t know about Mary because you live in Kent. 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. Looked all over that dratted convent of yours—or at least Trodger and the men did so—but no sign of them. He really deserves a better fate, does he not? He is so beautifully persistent.
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