The wind blew in fitful gusts, and scattered the yellow leaves from the elms and horse-chestnuts. " "Your secret?" demanded Trenchard, impatiently. It’s on the horse. It was locked. The candles—for McClintock never used oil in his dining room—were burning low in the sconces. That is why I called myself Anna.
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