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At Richmond, in the pleasant house with its gardens running down to the river, Sir Anthony was one of my Lady Lowestoft's visitors. He rode out to pay a morning call, and was fortunate enough to find my lady and her two guests at home.
Sir Anthony indicated Prudence's stiff shoulder with a movement of his quizzing-glass. "So you must needs go brawling about our streets, little man?"