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Entering the house late one summer afternoon, his pockets bulged with scraps of weed and wild-flower--the country people still gaped at sight of their doctor descended from his trap, a round glass in one eye, poking and prying in the hedgerows--Mahony was turning these specimens out on the hall table when Mary called to him from the dining-room. "Richard! A great surprise!"
He went downstairs to her, pulling off his gloves. "What?. the mail in already? I calculated it wasn't due for another week at least."