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“Where is my beautiful wife?” He bellowed from the
downstairs. Another car followed, a rusty
Cadillac sedan full of kids. The air,
perfumed with the delicious fragrance of the new-mown grass, was vocal with
the melodies of the birds; the thick foliage of the trees was glistening in the
sunshine; all nature seemed happy and rejoicing; but, above all, the serene
Sabbath stillness reigning around communicated a calm to her wounded spirit. “If you must go on with it,” said Hetty, “now’s your time. ‘You have come to me in place of Gérard? But how is it you will help me?’
‘That’s all right and tight. ”
“Then I am sure,” Sir John declared, “that I shall not ask you. ”
Again on his way homeward from Cavendish Square he abandoned the direct
route to pass by the door of Anna’s flat.
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