I'll call it my wedding gift. Her clock had stopped—stopped at the very hour on which she had quitted the Mint! She had not the heart to wind it up again. Mr. 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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