"Vot are you?" "Practising patience," growled Abraham. The smells of skewered fennel, roast chicken, and broiled pheasant saturated the air, and she could smell other wonderful aromas about them. The turning of the key startled her, but she did not see how she could make an objection. “I will tell you when to stop. And afterwards! Sir John drew his cigar from his lips, and looked upwards where the white-lights flashed strangely amongst the deep cool green of the lime-trees. She drew up a chair and sat down, putting her palm on the damp, cold forehead.
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