Already the seed of a tender dream was stirring. And the fact that it was dressed in riding gear had fooled her into thinking it was her own image. Give up your lonely hours of work here. Presently she was going through a swaying, noisy crowd, whose faces grinned and stared pitilessly in the light of the electric standards. But, after some restoratives had been administered by Mrs. Darrell attempted to reply. "You are the son of Sir Montacute Trenchard, of Ashton-Hall, near Manchester. The office is a sight—not one sheet of paper on another; bills and receipts everywhere. ’ ‘You are perfectly correct,’ agreed Gerald at once.
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