“I hope you are going to Carey House. She recalled that day of the typhoon
and the sloop crashing on the outer reefs. “Can I bring you anything, sir—a whisky and soda, or a liqueur? You’ll excuse
me, sir, but you haven’t touched your coffee. So the talk went on, and presently they were criticising novelists, and certain
daring essays of Wilkins got their due share of attention, and then they were
discussing the future of the theatre. She got up and unlocked the door. She seemed to think he was merely the paymaster, handing
over the means of her freedom. Meanwhile, the clergyman, bare-headed and in his surplice, advanced to meet
them. “How old are you?\"
He looked at her engagingly.
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