The slack cloth of her habit caught on a curlicue in the carved back of the pew in front, pulling her suddenly about. ” Sir John stamped his letters, brushed his hat, and carefully gave his moustache an upward curl before the looking-glass. Thunder rumbled behind the manicured hills. And now she was discovering that even Nature was something of a liar, with her mirages and her horizons.
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