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Winifred pointed to the door. 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. He moaned. He removed his cigarette from his lips and waved it gently in the air. She snatched about in her mind.
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