"Whose house do you want, master?" said the man, touching his hat. The following morning found him in the doctor's waiting room, a black cigar turning unlighted in his teeth. Capes sat down in the armchair beside her. Diane spooned warm apple-rhubarb pie onto the girl’s plates, topping each with scoops of ice cream. I followed you in. The image in the glass was not clear, for the light was not bright enough to see properly, but the shadows of her riding habit and the hat with its waving plumes framed a countenance that gazed serenely back at her out of long-lashed blue eyes.
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