Bat Wing by Sax Rohmer
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page 56 of 390 (14%)
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"I love this old garden," she declared, "although of course it is
really no older than the rest of the place. I always think there should be peacocks, though." "Yes," I agreed, "peacocks would be appropriate." "And little pages dressed in yellow velvet." She met my glance soberly for a moment and then burst into a peal of merry laughter. "Do you know, Miss Beverley," I said, watching her, "I find it hard to place you in the household of the Colonel." "Yes?" she said simply; "you must." "Oh, then you realize that you are--" "Out of place here?" "Quite." "Of course I am." She smiled, shook her head, and changed the subject. "I am so glad Mr. Paul Harley has come down," she confessed. "You know my friend by name, then?" |
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