Mr. The wind blew in fitful gusts, and scattered the yellow leaves from the elms and horse-chestnuts. "Restore it," he cried, in an authoritative voice. "You are complimentary, Sir Rowland," returned the other, with a grim smile. "Leave him to me," he said.
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