“Gods!” cried Ann Veronica, and kept him standing. “I wonder,” he said, “is there anything we could do to help you to get rid of him?” “Can you think of anything?” Anna answered. Very well. The air was sharp and bracing, and the leaves which had taken their autumnal tints were falling from the trees. I had dreamt of the olive grove beyond the courtyard I had once been fascinated 198 with as a boy. "How shall I get to you?" "My yacht is in the river.
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