” At this point she had perceived that she was drifting from her subject. 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. She receded into the entryway, opening her palm and gesturing as if there were an imaginary red carpet rolled out for visitors.
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