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I’ll have to wait here, of course, which means you, Hilary—’ ‘Will have to do tomorrow’s patrol. It was he who saw them first coming down the room—Annabel in a wonderful white satin gown in front, and Sir John stiff, unbending, disapproving, bringing up the rear. “Dear old Daddy,” she said, “he’ll make a fearful fuss. She took hand cannon and began to arm it. Stanley. ’ ‘A very low stratagem, Hilary,’ Gerald said, turning on his captain with mock severity. Something he saw there made him feel for a moment ashamed. ’ ‘You’re going?’ asked his friend, and the note of relief was marked. ’ She struck her hands together. Forgive me?” She pleaded. “What is the good of talking?” said her brother. At the back of the house, on a bank, rose an old-fashioned terrace-garden, full of apple-trees and other fruittrees in blossom, and lively with the delicious verdure of early spring.
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