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The wind blew in fitful gusts, and scattered the yellow leaves from the elms and horse-chestnuts. For some days we shall be very idle there among the trees and rocks. She had time in the afternoons to do crewelwork and embroidery, no longer occupied by the constant spinning of wool. Mrs. "Does your father doubt it? Speak! tell me!" Winifred made no answer. . The business of serving gave Gerald a few moment’s grace, for he was dubious about the effect on an elderly female, not in the best of health, of raking up old memories. ‘I’ll play you at your own game,’ he growled, holding the foreshortened foil in place with rigid control.
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