He looked at her reproachfully. ‘I’ll play you at your own game,’ he growled, holding the foreshortened foil in place with rigid control. For a long time she surveyed a row of towering holly-hocks, as though they offered an explanation. But his lips were honourlocked. A SCENE FROM THE PHOTOPLAY. A slight cough uttered by Jonathan at the moment awakened the echoes of the place, and was returned in hollow reverberations.
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