My garden-close would be a better thing than that. As Jack conjectured, no one was there, and, though a lamp was burning on a stand, they decided upon proceeding without it. She stood 218 there, broken bottle still in hand. Lucy followed. ‘But don’t let me stop you from going to see Charvill. A radiant smile astonished him. His face was half hidden under a freshly pipeclayed sola topee—sun-helmet.
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