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A shaded walk, with a glimpse of sea beyond, embowering trees, a stretch of lawn on one side, and on the other the dormer windows of a fine old house half hidden by scaffolding, from which there came now and then the quick strokes of a workman's hammer.
It was half-past four, if the sharp little note of a cuckoo-clock, snapping out one, told the time correctly.