“It is about your sister, Lady Ferringhall. You don’t want to miss the sport. “I was watching you at Morningside Park, dear,” said Miss Miniver. Her thought spoke aloud. “I’d never have a day of peace again, John. " By this time, the chair had been brought into the Lodge. "Here I am, Captain," cried a voice from without. But how close? She glanced about at the shrouded furnishings for possible cover. Pramlay received them in the pretty chintz drawing-room, which opened by French windows on the trim garden, with its croquet lawn, its tennis-net in the middle distance, and its remote rose alley lined with smart dahlias and flaming sunflowers.
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