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. There was a strip of old rose brocade in the making that set an ache in the girl's heart for the want of it. . ‘What can I do, miss?’ ‘Nothing at all,’ cried Melusine. " "So you think," muttered Jack, between his ground teeth. But I will never—never return.
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