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A thin mist lay on the river, giving the few craft moving about in it a ghostly look. Fortescue rambled round the garden with soft, propitiatory steps, the Corinthian nose upraised and his hands behind his back, pausing to look long and hard at the fruit-trees against the wall. We shall take an eternal farewell of each other.
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