‘Thanks to him, Hilary and I nearly had our heads blown off. (What was the name he had given her that day?) He was walking beside the chair upon which appeared to be a bundle of colours. “I loathe afternoon concerts, and——” She was really like her sister he thought, impressed for a moment by the soft brilliancy of her smile. 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.
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