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Catching sight of me as I hurried towards him, Lord Wyvelstoke advanced, a vigorous man despite his lameness and silvery hair.
"Peregrine -- who was it? " he enquired, slipping his hand within my arm and glancing round the glade. "Who was it sang so divinely -- can it be, is it -- our Diana? But of course it is -- "