. He was Julian five years younger, the spitting image. “I think I ought to have one. . “My darling!” he said, clasping her resolutely in his arms, “my dearest!” “Mr. “Miserable bounder,” he murmured. He had been gone entirely one day, for yesterday afternoon he had departed from Remenham House, and she had waited with patience like a saint, and now it was again the afternoon. Until two hours ago she was as contented and as happy as a linnet.
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