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Jeannine and Roger were seated in the arbour in the southwest corner of his garden, rose-wreathed now with the passing of the wisteria. Thornton, sprawling on a rock at the back of the villa was attempting a sketch.
"I want to know," Roger said, in his usual downright fashion, "exactly what is troubling you, Jeannine."