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Russet walked along in the pleasant sunshine, feeling a little uncertain as to whether she should be glad or sorry. In some vague way, she felt as if she were going to meet trouble. Mrs. Stennard had sent an urgent message that she would like to see her immediately after breakfast, and Russet had hurried off without delay.
Trouble and gloom seemed to be in the air. Mostyn had come down and swallowed his breakfast without a word. In the same vile temper he had ordered the trap round to catch the 8.45 for London.