"You are my prisoner. ” “But how?” “I poured him out some port wine, and I said—let me see—oh, ‘You are going to be a grandfather!’” “Yes. We sha’n’t hang up on any misunderstanding. Imagination, coloured by the obscurity, peopled the air with phantoms. "So much the better," rejoined Sir Rowland. She reached a tiny yellow-fronted cottage covered with flowering creepers, and entered the front room by the wide-open window. She glanced at him and made a dismissive gesture.
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