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Mary dragged herself as far as the library. Sir George was pacing up and down the room, trying to soothe his nerves with a cigar.
"What a time you have been! " he said impatiently. "Why did you not return before, knowing how anxious I should be? Mayfield came for a telegram form, so I presume he has made matters right with you? Did Walters take it?"