The great gray boles of the palms reminded him of some fabulous Grecian temple. The very old lady in the antimacassar touched Ann Veronica’s arm suddenly, and said, in a deep, arch voice: “Talking of love again; spring again, love again. . "Well, gentlemen," rejoined Wood, mildly; "since Mr. You have not forgotten——” “I have forgotten nothing?” he answered, enigmatically.
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