Geoffrey, springing down from the dog-cart that has been sent to the station to meet him, brushes the frost from his hair, and stamps his feet upon the stone steps.,
"No; he was not a draper," says Mona, gently, and without haste.,
"Well, I do like a good story," says Violet, carelessly..
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