’ ‘Yes, Hilary, do stop hustling the girl,’ put in Miss Froxfield, much to Melusine’s relief and approval. He returned her to her door at a decent hour, well before 10:00. An extra pair of gym clothes materialized within fractions of a second. ‘Do not beg his pardon,’ intervened Melusine quickly, coming between them. Away up on the hillside was the little country railway station. Arrived at his habitation, Jonathan knocked in a peculiar manner at the door, which was instantly opened by the grim-visaged porter just alluded to.
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