He removed his cigarette from his lips and waved it gently in the air. The air was sharp and bracing, and the leaves which had taken their autumnal tints were falling from the trees. ’ A wary look came over her face, and Roding intervened. ‘It is in no way your affair, monsieur, and you will unhand me at once. It came into her head with real emotional force that this must be some particularly fantastic sort of dream. Have we not received Lady Bicknacre just this morning? Not to mention the Comtesse de St Erme.
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