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soil was identical, the climate; still, they would not bear the Olympian fruit, with
its purple-lined jacket and its snow-white pulp. "They say her son's taken at last, and is to be hanged. ’
‘So would you run away,’ she uttered impulsively. ‘Of course the fellow has doubtless stayed put to wait for you,’ retorted Hilary. He jumped
out of the car. “Certainly. She was wearing a
becoming tea-gown, and it was quite certain that Sir John would not be home for
several hours at least. For a long time he stared at the empty doorway. ‘What do
you mean?’
‘You should have gone to Charvill. She could think of nothing more to say. Lady Lescelles, graceful, very fashionably but quietly dressed, leaned back and
watched her with shrewd kindly eyes. The address was of
course her destination, thousands of miles away, an infinitesimal spot in a
terrifying space.
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