” “Bring her—here,” Hill muttered. She paused for a moment. The tourist season would soon be at ebb, and it would be late in September before the tide returned. " "Everything. I ought to have gone long ago. ’ ‘Yes, but what is it, Jacques?’ demanded the lady. I’ll drive you home once my buzz goes away. “But this is a surprise!” said Ramage. All the world about her seemed to be—how can one put it?—in wrappers, like a house when people leave it in the summer.
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