” John said. It was Ramage, the occupant of the big house at the end of the Avenue. The coolies proceeded at a swinging, mincing trot, which gave to the suspended seat a dancing action similar to that of a suddenly agitated hangingspring of a birdcage. ’ ‘You say—what?’ gasped Melusine. ’ Mrs Chalkney lifted her brows. Like a petulant child he snapped. They talked lightly but confidentially until Sir John approached them with a slight frown upon his face. An extra pair of gym clothes materialized within fractions of a second.
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