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. "Drink this," cried Jonathan, handing her the cup. “Only four spoonsful left,” she declared briskly, “and your turn to buy the next pound, Sydney. " While Mr.
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