The autumn rain had made every surface tacky, the wet seats of painted red picnic tables were avoided. ” “I am afraid,” she murmured, “that it would be difficult. ‘You are a born rebel, ma’am, and I can see now where she gets it from. Perhaps I ought to have let you order the dinner, but I think I got through it pretty well. . Will you let your servant call me a hansom,” she continued, opening the door before he could reach her side.
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