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. It was finished by the end of that year, each character having asserted itself pronouncedly in my imagination. There was no reason why she shouldn’t be his restrained and dignified friend. "No—Sheppard?" rejoined Wild. “We don’t let to ladies,” they said. “I will make all things possible.
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