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The hall door stood wide open to the sunlight, sufficiently guarded by that splendid brute, the St. Bernard.
A middle-aged footman in the sober Wornock livery came at the sound of the bell, the St. Bernard watching the visitor with grave but friendly eyes, and evidently perfectly aware of his respectability.