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Harry Oxenham, pipe in mouth, stood at the open garden gate. Mary stood on the step of the front door. Conscious of guilt, they greeted him with more than usual cordiality.
"And so you have really come, after all, my dear old boy," his sister cried, with her arms about his neck. "This _is_ good of you! A piece of luck that I _never_ expected!"