Excerpt: ...in the rain, when the professor's great laugh rang out like a boy's for sheer high spirits, and when Margaret was an enchanting vision in her long coat, with her cheeks glowing through the blown wet tendrils of her hair. That day they had tea in the deserted charming little parlor of a tiny inn, and drank it toasting their feet over a glowing fire. "Is Mrs. Carr-Bolt your mother's or your father's sister?" John Tension asked, watching his companion with approval. "Oh, good gracious!" said Margaret, laughing over her teacup. "Haven't I told you yet that I'm only her secretary? I never saw Mrs. Carr Bolt until five years ago." "Perhaps you did tell me. But I got it into my head, that first day, that you were aunt and niece
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