“I think this ends the business,” he said, turning to his sister. Not my affair, of course, but I think we ought to teach them more or restrain them more. It was a perfect windless spring day, a Sunday. "Here, Poll, help me!" Thus exhorted, Mrs. Manning, Lady Palsworthy’s nephew, a tall young man of seven-and-thirty with a handsome, thoughtful, impassive face, a full black mustache, and a certain heavy luxuriousness of gesture. ‘Why, that’s one of the names with which she tried to fob me off. Away up on the hillside was the little country railway station.
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