" "And that's true," rejoined Mrs. I daresay you have the whole thing wrong, Gerald. “My sister,” she murmured, “is so independent. She lay and nibbled at a sprig of dwarf rhododendron. The day was unseasonably humid and dark, a thick fog having descended over manicured lawns. ‘Now then, Gerald, out with it.
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