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low wall, overhung from the inside by shrubbery growing under the forest. Susan seized her friend's hand and pressed it. "I'm always so glad to get back here," she whispered. "I hope you'll like it." Honora returned the pressure. The grey road forked, and forked again. Suddenly the forest came to an end in a sort of premeditated tangle of wild garden, and across a wide lawn the great house loomed against the western sky. Its architecture was of the '60's and '70's, with a wide porte-cochere that sheltered the high entrance doors. These were both flung open, a butler and two footmen were standing impassively beside them, and a neat maid within. Honora climbed the steps as in a dream, followed Susan through a hall with a black-walnut, fretted staircase, and where she caught a glimpse of two huge Chinese vases, to a porch on the other side of the house spread with wicker chairs and tables. Out of a group of people at the farther end of this porch arose an elderly lady, who came forward and clasped Susan in her arms. "And is this Honora? How do you do, my dear? I had the pleasure of knowing you when you were much younger." Honora, too, was gathered to that ample bosom. Released, she beheld a lady in a mauve satin gown, at the throat of which a cameo brooch was fastened. Mrs. Holt's face left no room for conjecture as to the character of its possessor. Her hair, of a silvering blend, parted in the middle, fitted tightly to her head. She wore earrings. In short, her appearance was in every way suggestive of momentum, of a force which the wise would respect. "Where are you, Joshua?" she said. "This is the baby we brought from Nice. Come and tell me whether you would recognize her." Mr. Holt released his--daughter. He had a mild blue eye, white mutton-chop whiskers, and very thin hands, and his tweed suit was decidedly the worse for wear. "I can't say that I should, Elvira," he replied; "although it is not hard to believe that such a beautiful baby should, prove to be such a--er --good-looking young woman." "I've always felt very grateful to you for bringing me back," said Honora. "Tut, tut, child," said Mrs. Holt; "there was no one else to do it. And be careful how you pay young women compliments, Joshua. They grow vain enough. By the way, my dear, what ever became of your maternal grandfather, old Mr. Allison--wasn't that his name?" "He died when I was very young," replied Honora. "He was too fond
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