She stumbled through a thorny copse, her slippers sliding on patches of sand that gave way to rock. . . There was a murmur or two among the watchers on the bench, but no one ventured to intervene again. Every now and then she fingered an ornament, moved a piece of furniture, or rearranged some draperies. Well, they’d got to the pheasants, and in a little while he would smoke. You will be wearing your travelling dress, and no doubt you would prefer it. “You know I’m old-fashioned, Miss Stanley. A smile flickered upon her lips as she glanced towards Brendon, who was very serious indeed. . ’ Gerald drew his breath in sharply as Lord Charvill took a step towards his granddaughter, thrusting out his head. Pipes were lighted; and Mr. Dizzily, she grabbed at the mantel for support and, resting her head on her hands, paid no heed to a betraying sound behind her—until an unexpected arm encircled her. I want to fill it with fine and precious things.
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