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Undoubtedly Sherringborne was getting better. He was reaping the reward now of a careful and well-preserved life. He was still very weak and shaky; he had not altogether got rid of the nervous play of his muscles.
But he was up and dressed, and he had insisted upon coming down into one of the drawing-rooms, where he was seated over certain papers after lunch.