And, mind, it's for his sister, Lady Trafford. The trees were graceful and brown, arching and fanning their golden leaves as if to shower with coins the pink-gold sky. As she raised it, its lower portion fell apart into two baggy crimson masses. “I say!” he cried. It was past seven when she got back to her hotel. A militiaman came belting down the stairs, another leapt from outside the front door, and a third, stalwart and stolid, came in through the door that led to the rooms to the front of the house.
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