“My father’s sisters used once to live in the old manor house. Pramlay received them in the pretty chintz drawing-room, which opened by French windows on the trim garden, with its croquet lawn, its tennis-net in the middle distance, and its remote rose alley lined with smart dahlias and flaming sunflowers. " "Ah, my father! The way you treated him…!" "Good money after bad. ‘The credentials, milor’,’ he ventured. One glance through the window at that picturesque head had been sufficient. " "Heaven have compassion on you, Rowland!" murmured his sister, crossing her hands and looking upwards; "you have none on me. No more scuffling. ‘That rascally knave sent you to become a French nun?’ Looking positively terrified, the girl nodded dumbly. He lost control of the machine, was upset and nearly killed.
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